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By the Seaside
By the Seaside The sun is couched, the sea-fowl gone to rest, And the wild storm hath somewhere found a nest; Air slumbers--wave with wave no longer strives, Only a heaving of t…
Heriot's Ford
Heriot's Ford "What's that that hirples at my side?" The foe that you must fight, my lord. "That rides as fast as I can ride?" The shadow of your might, my lord. "Then wheel my…
On A Portrait Of Wordsworth
On A Portrait Of Wordsworth WORDSWORTH upon Helvellyn ! Let the cloud Ebb audibly along the mountain-wind, Then break against the rock, and show behind The lowland valleys floa…
A Suggestion
A Suggestion As I go and shop, sir! If a car I stop, sir! Where you chance to sit, And you want to read, sir! Never mind or heed, sir! I’ll not care a bit. For it’s now aest…
The Landrail
The Landrail How sweet and pleasant grows the way Through summer time again While Landrails call from day to day Amid the grass and grain We hear it in the weeding time When k…
Not The Pilot
Not The Pilot NOT the pilot has charged himself to bring his ship into port, though beaten back, and many times baffled; Not the path-finder, penetrating inland, weary and lon…
Brown Penny
Brown Penny I WHISPERED, 'I am too young,' And then, 'I am old enough'; Wherefore I threw a penny To find out if I might love. 'Go and love, go and love, young man, If the lady…
Spirit Whose Work Is Done
Spirit Whose Work Is Done SPIRIT whose work is done! spirit of dreadful hours! Ere, departing, fade from my eyes your forests of bayonets; Spirit of gloomiest fears and doubts,…
On The Death Of Mr. Fox
On The Death Of Mr. Fox The following iiliberal impromptu appeared in a morning papaer: 'Our nation's foes lament on Fox's death, But bless the hour when PITT resign'd his bre…
I would to heaven that I were so much clay
I would to heaven that I were so much clay I would to heaven that I were so much clay, As I am blood, bone, marrow, passion, feeling Because at least the past were passed away…
As You Go Through Life
As You Go Through Life Don’t look for the flaws as you go through life; And even when you find them, It is wise and kind to be somewhat blind And look for the virtue behind the…
Ice, Eden
Ice, Eden There is a Land that’s Lost, Moon waxes in its Reeds, and all that’s turned to frost with us, burns there and sees. It sees, for it has Eyes, Earths they are, and br…
Two Or Three
Two Or Three Two or three Posies With two or three simples-- Two or three Noses With two or three pimples-- Two or three wise men And two or three ninny's-- Two or three guinea…
Two Look at Two
Two Look at Two Love and forgetting might have carried them A little further up the mountain side With night so near, but not much further up. They must have halted soon in any…
Over The Alley
Over The Alley Here in my office I sit and write Hour on hour, and day on day, With no one to speak to from morn till night, Though I have a neighbour just over the way. Across…
Somebody's Song
Somebody's Song This is what I vow; He shall have my heart to keep, Sweetly will we stir and sleep, All the years, as now. Swift the measured sands may run; Love like this is…
Hail! Childish Slave Of Social Rules
Hail! Childish Slave Of Social Rules HAIL! Childish slaves of social rules You had yourselves a hand in making! How I could shake your faith, ye fools, If but I thought it worth…
VI
VI Go from me. Yet I feel that I shall stand Henceforward in thy shadow. Nevermore Alone upon the threshold of my door Of individual life, I shall command The uses of my soul,…
Hadramauti
Hadramauti Who knows the heart of the Christian? How does he reason? What are his measures and balances? Which is his season For laughter, forbearance or bloodshed, and what dev…
The Pelagian Drinking Song
The Pelagian Drinking Song Pelagius lived at Kardanoel And taught a doctrine there How, whether you went to heaven or to hell It was your own affair. It had nothing to do with…
Badger
Badger The badger grunting on his woodland track With shaggy hide and sharp nose scrowed with black Roots in the bushes and the woods, and makes A great high burrow in the fern…
The Birds
The Birds When Jesus Christ was four years old The angels brought Him toys of gold, Which no man ever had bought or sold. And yet with these He would not play. He made Him sma…
The Courtship of Miles Standish
The Courtship of Miles Standish I MILES STANDISH In the Old Colony days, in Plymouth the land of the Pilgrims To and fro in a room of his simple and primitive dwelling, Clad i…
Back to the Army Again
Back to the Army Again I'm 'ere in a ticky ulster an' a broken billycock 'at, A-layin' on the sergeant I don't know a gun from a bat; My shirt's doin' duty for jacket, my sock's…