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The Fire at Tranter Sweatley’s
The Fire at Tranter Sweatley’s
The Fire at Tranter Sweatley’s
They had long met o’ Zundays—her true love and she—
And at junketings, maypoles, and flings;
The Dream-Follower
The Dream-Follower
A dream of mine flew over the mead
To the halls where my old Love reigns;
And it drew me on to follow its lead:
And I stood at her win…
The Darkling Thrush
The Darkling Thrush
The Darkling Thrush
I leant upon a coppice gate,
When Frost was spectre-gray,
And Winter's dregs made desolate
The weakening ey…
The Dead Drummer.
The Dead Drummer.
I
They throw in Drummer Hodge, to rest
Uncoffined--just as found:
His landmark is a kopje-crest
That breaks the veldt around;
The Convergence Of The Twain
The Convergence Of The Twain
I
In a solitude of the sea
Deep from human vanity,
And the Pride of Life that planned her, stilly couches she.
II
The Dame of Athelhall
The Dame of Athelhall
I
"Soul! Shall I see thy face," she said,
"In one brief hour?
And away with thee from a loveless bed
To a far-off sun, to a vi…
The Colonel's Soliloquy (Southampton Docks: October, )
The Colonel's Soliloquy (Southampton Docks: October, )
"The quay recedes. Hurrah! Ahead we go! . . .
It's true I've been accustomed now to home,
And joints get…
The Comet at Valbury or Yell'ham
The Comet at Valbury or Yell'ham
I
It bends far over Yell'ham Plain,
And we, from Yell'ham Height,
Stand and regard its fiery train,
So soon to swim…
The Cave of the Unborn
The Cave of the Unborn
I rose at night and visited
The Cave of the Unborn,
And crowding shapes surrounded me
For tidings of the life to be,
Who lon…
The Caged Thrush Freed and Home Again (Villanelle)
The Caged Thrush Freed and Home Again (Villanelle)
"Men know but little more than we,
Who count us least of things terrene,
How happy days are made to be!
The Bridge of Lodi (Spring, )
The Bridge of Lodi (Spring, )
I
When of tender mind and body
I was moved by minstrelsy,
And that strain "The Bridge of Lodi"
Brought a strange delig…
The Bullfinches
The Bullfinches
Bother Bulleys, let us sing
From the dawn till evening! -
For we know not that we go not
When the day's pale pinions fold
Unto thos…
Song of the Soldiers' Wives
Song of the Soldiers' Wives
I
At last! In sight of home again,
Of home again;
No more to range and roam again
As at that bygone time?
No more …
The Alarm
The Alarm
In Memory of one of the Writer's Family who was a Volunteer during the War
with Napoleon
In a ferny byway
Near the great South-Wessex Highway, …
Shelley's Skylark.
Shelley's Skylark.
Somewhere afield here something lies
In Earth's oblivious eyeless trust
That moved a poet to prophecies -
A pinch of unseen, unguarded…
Song of Hope
Song of Hope
O sweet To-morrow! -
After to-day
There will away
This sense of sorrow.
Then let us borrow
Hope, for a gleaming
Soon will …
She, to Him, IV
She, to Him, IV
This love puts all humanity from me;
I can but maledict her, pray her dead,
For giving love and getting love of thee—
Feeding a heart tha…
She, to Him, II
She, to Him, II
Perhaps, long hence, when I have passed away,
Some other’s feature, accent, thought like mine,
Will carry you back to what I used to say,
She, To Him
She, To Him
I
WHEN you shall see me lined by tool of Time,
My lauded beauties carried off from me,
My eyes no longer stars as in their prime,
My na…
She, To Him IV
She, To Him IV
THIS love puts all humanity from me;
I can but maledict her, pray her dead,
For giving love and getting love of thee--
Feeding a heart tha…
Satires of Circumstance in Fifteen Glimpses VIII: In the St
Satires of Circumstance in Fifteen Glimpses VIII: In the St
He enters, and mute on the edge of a chair
Sits a thin-faced lady, a stranger there,
A type of deca…
She Hears the Storm
She Hears the Storm
There was a time in former years--
While my roof-tree was his--
When I should have been distressed by fears
At such a night as this! …
Rome: The Vatican--Sala Delle Muse ()
Rome: The Vatican--Sala Delle Muse ()
I sat in the Muses' Hall at the mid of the day,
And it seemed to grow still, and the people to pass away,
And the chisell…
San Sebastian
San Sebastian
With Thoughts of Sergeant M---- (Pensioner), who died -
"WHY, Sergeant, stray on the Ivel Way,
As though at home there were spectres rife?
…