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Oh, to be in EnglandNow that April’s there,And whoever wakes in EnglandSees, some morning, unaware,That the lowest boughs and the brushwood sheafRound the elm-tree bole are in tiny leaf,While the chaffinch sings on the orchard boughIn England—now! And after April,…
I. Marching AlongKentish Sir Byng stood for his King,Bidding the crop-headed Parliament swing:And, pressing a troop unable to stoopAnd see the rogues flourish and honest folk droop,Marched them along, fifty-score strong,Great-hearted gentlemen, singing this song.II.God for King Charles! Pym and…
The year’s at the spring, And day’s at the morn; Morning’s at seven; The hill-side’s dew-pearl’d; The lark’s on the wing; The snail’s on the thorn; God’s in His heaven, All’s right with the world!
If one could have that little head of hersPainted upon a background of pale gold,Such as the Tuscan’s early art prefers!No shade encroaching on the matchless mouldOf those two lips, which should be opening softIn the pure profile; not as…
FERRARAThat’s my last Duchess painted on the wall,Looking as if she were alive. I callThat piece a wonder, now; Fra Pandolf’s handsWorked busily a day, and there she stands.Will’t please you sit and look at her? I said“Fra Pandolf” by…
Morning, evening, noon and night,“Praise God!; sang Theocrite. Then to his poor trade he turned,Whereby the daily meal was earned. Hard he laboured, long and well;O’er his work the boy’s curls fell. But ever, at each period,He stopped and sang,…
“Give” and “It-shall-be-given-unto-you” 1Grand rough old Martin Luther Bloomed fables-flowers on furze,The better the uncouther: Do roses stick like burrs? 2A beggar asked an alms One day at an abbey-door,Said Luther; but, seized with qualms, The abbot replied, “We’re poor!”…
Aix in Provence Christ God who savest man, save mostOf men Count Gismond who saved me!Count Gauthier, when he chose his post,Chose time and place and companyTo suit it; when he struck at lengthMy honour, ‘t was with all his…
An Old Story I It was roses, roses, all the way,With myrtle mixed in my path like mad:The house-roofs seemed to heave and sway,The church-spires flamed, such flags they had,A year ago on this very day. II The air broke…
Here is a story shall stir you! Stand up, Greeks dead and gone,Who breasted, beat Barbarians, stemmed Persia rolling on,Did the deed and saved the world, for the day was Marathon! No man but did his manliest, kept rank and…