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Out of Superstition
Out of Superstition A box of glazed sour fruit compact, My narrow room. And oh the grime of lodging rooms This side the tomb! This cubbyhole, out of superstition, I chose once…
To the Companions
To the Companions How comes it that, at even-tide, When level beams should show most truth, Man, failing, takes unfailing pride In memories of his frolic youth? Venus and Liber…
Snarleyow
Snarleyow This 'appened in a battle to a batt'ry of the corps Which is first among the women an' amazin' first in war; An' what the bloomin' battle was I don't remember now, But…
With Antecedents
With Antecedents WITH antecedents; With my fathers and mothers, and the accumulations of past ages; With all which, had it not been, I would not now be here, as I am: With Egyp…
The Portent
The Portent Horace, BK. V. Ode . Oh, late withdrawn from human-kind And following dreams we never knew! Varus, what dream has Fate assigned To trouble you? Such virtue as commen…
The Gipsy's Camp
The Gipsy's Camp How oft on Sundays, when I'd time to tramp, My rambles led me to a gipsy's camp, Where the real effigy of midnight hags, With tawny smoked flesh and tattered r…
The Artilleryman's Vision
The Artilleryman's Vision WHILE my wife at my side lies slumbering, and the wars are over long, And my head on the pillow rests at home, and the vacant midnight passes, And thr…
Me Imperturbe
Me Imperturbe ME imperturbe, standing at ease in Nature, Master of all, or mistress of all--aplomb in the midst of irrational things, Imbued as they--passive, receptive, silen…
The Eve Of Waterloo
The Eve Of Waterloo There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gathered then Her beauty and her chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and b…
The Mary Gloster
The Mary Gloster I've paid for your sickest fancies; I've humoured your crackedest whim -- Dick, it's your daddy, dying; you've got to listen to him! Good for a fortnight, am I…
Don Juan: Canto The Thirteenth
Don Juan: Canto The Thirteenth I now mean to be serious;it is time, Since laughter nowadays is deem'd too serious. A jest at Vice by Virtue's call'd a crime, And critically hel…
Must I remind you, Clesis,
Must I remind you, Clesis, Must I remind you, Cleis, that sounds of grief are unbecmoming in a poet's household? and that they are not suitable in ours? [Note: "A poet's househo…
The Book of Urizen: Chapter IX
The Book of Urizen: Chapter IX . Then the Inhabitants of those Cities: Felt their Nerves change into Marrow And hardening Bones began In swift diseases and torments, In throbbin…
Martial, Lib. I, Epig. I.
Martial, Lib. I, Epig. I. 'Hic est, quem legis, ille, quern requiris, Tota notus in orbe Martialis,' &c. He unto whom thou art so partial, Oh, reader is the wellknown Martial,…
Idylls of the King: The Marriage of Geraint (Fortune, Turn
Idylls of the King: The Marriage of Geraint (Fortune, Turn Turn, Fortune, turn thy wheel, and lower the proud; Turn thy wild wheel thro' sunshine, storm, and cloud; Thy wheel a…
Sarah Byng, Who Could Not Read And Was Tossed Into A Thorny Hedge By A
Sarah Byng, Who Could Not Read And Was Tossed Into A Thorny Hedge By A Bull Some years ago you heard me sing My doubts on Alexander Byng. His sister Sarah now inspires My jaded…
A Promise To California
A Promise To California A PROMISE to California, Also to the great Pastoral Plains, and for Oregon: Sojourning east a while longer, soon I travel toward you, to remain, to tea…
Our Fathers Also
Our Fathers Also Thrones, Powers, Dominions, Peoples, Kings, Are changing 'neath our hand. Our fathers also see these things But they do not understand. By--they are by with mir…
Ten Thousand Men A Day
Ten Thousand Men A Day All the world was wearying, All the world was sad; Everything was shadow-filled; Things were going bad. Then a rumour stirred all hearts As a wind stirs…
Epigram
Epigram In digging up your bones, Tom Paine, Will. Cobbett has done well: You visit him on earth again, He'll visit you in hell.
With Every Thought
With Every Thought With every Thought I went out of the World: there you were, you my Gentle One, you my Open One, and – you received us. Who says that for us everything died,…
D.G. Rossetti
D.G. Rossetti Dante Gabriel Rossetti Buried all of his libretti, Thought the matter over - then Went and dug them up again.
To M. S. G.
To M. S. G. Whene'er I view those lips of thine, Their hue invites my fervent kiss; Yet, I forego that bliss divine, Alas! it wereunhallow'd bliss. Whene'er I dream of that pu…
Courtesy
Courtesy Of Courtesy, it is much less Than Courage of Heart or Holiness, Yet in my Walks it seems to me That the Grace of God is in Courtesy. On Monks I did in Storrington fal…