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XI
XI And therefore if to love can be desert, I am not all unworthy. Cheeks as pale As these you see, and trembling knees that fail To bear the burden of a heavy heart,-- This wea…
Little Of Me
Little Of Me Let only that little be left of me whereby I may name thee my all. Let only that little be left of my will whereby I may feel thee on every side, and come to thee…
The Stranger
The Stranger When trouble haunts me, need I sigh? No, rather smile away despair; For those have been more sad than I, With burthens more than I could bear; Aye, gone rejoicing…
In Midnight Sleep
In Midnight Sleep IN midnight sleep, of many a face of anguish, Of the look at first of the mortally wounded--of that indescribable look; Of the dead on their backs, with arms…
On A Nun
On A Nun Of two fair virgins, modest, though admired, Heaven made us happy; and now, wretched sires, Heaven for a nobler doom their worth desires, And gazing upon either, both…
Song in the Manner of Housman
Song in the Manner of Housman O woe, woe, People are born and die, We also shall be dead pretty soon Therefore let us act as if we were dead already. The bird sits on the hawt…
Further Instructions
Further Instructions Come, my songs, let us express our baser passions. Let us express our envy for the man with a steady job and no worry about the future. You are very idle,…
Friendship
Friendship Dear friend, I pray thee, if thou wouldst be proving Thy strong regard for me, Make me no vows. Lip-service is not loving; Let thy faith speak for thee. Swear not t…
Tom O'Roughley
Tom O'Roughley 'THOUGH logic-choppers rule the town, And every man and maid and boy Has marked a distant object down, An aimless joy is a pure joy,' Or so did Tom O'Roughley sa…
To Whistler, American
To Whistler, American On the loan exhibit of his paintings at the Tate Gallery. You also, our first great, Had tried all ways; Tested and pried and worked in many fashions, An…
Ashes Of Soldiers
Ashes Of Soldiers Again a verse for sake of you, You soldiers in the ranks--you Volunteers, Who bravely fighting, silent fell, To fill unmention'd graves. ASHES of soldiers! A…
To Wolcott Balestier
To Wolcott Balestier Beyond the path of the outmost sun through utter darkness hurled -- Further than ever comet flared or vagrant star-dust swirled -- Live such as fought and s…
The Garlands
The Garlands KLOPSTOCK would lead us away from Pindus; no longer for laurel May we be eager--the homely acorn alone must content us; Yet he himself his more-than-epic crusade i…
The Laws of God, The Laws of Man
The Laws of God, The Laws of Man The laws of God, the laws of man, He may keep that will and can; Not I: let God and man decree Laws for themselves and not for me; And if my wa…
Song Making
Song Making My heart cried like a beaten child Ceaselessly all night long; I had to take my own cries And thread them into a song. One was a cry at black midnight And one when t…
Lines Written In The Highlands After A Visit To Burns's Country
Lines Written In The Highlands After A Visit To Burns's Country There is a charm in footing slow across a silent plain, Where patriot battle has been fought, where glory had th…
O friend
O friend O friend! hope for Him whilst you live O friend! hope for Him whilst you live, know whilst you live, understand whilst you live: for in life deliverance abides. If yo…
To Marion
To Marion Marion! why that pensive brow? What disgust to life hast thou? Change that discontented air; Frowns become not one so fair. 'Tis not love disturbs thy rest, Love's a…
The Deserted Garden
The Deserted Garden I mind me in the days departed, How often underneath the sun With childish bounds I used to run To a garden long deserted. The beds and walks were vanishe…
Moonlight
Moonlight It will not hurt me when I am old, A running tide where moonlight burned Will not sting me like silver snakes; The years will make me sad and cold, It is the happy hea…
The Weakest Thing
The Weakest Thing Which is the weakest thing of all Mine heart can ponder? The sun, a little cloud can pall With darkness yonder? The cloud, a little wind can move Where'er it…
The Curse
The Curse Whoever guesses, thinks, or dreams, he knows Who is my mistress, wither by this curse ; Him, only for his purse May some dull whore to love dispose, And then yield un…
Lines to a Don
Lines to a Don Remote and ineffectual Don That dared attack my Chesterton, With that poor weapon, half-impelled, Unlearnt, unsteady, hardly held, Unworthy for a tilt with men--…
The Harp Of Aengus
The Harp Of Aengus Edain came out of Midhir's hill, and lay Beside young Aengus in his tower of glass, Where time is drowned in odour-laden winds And Druid moons, and murmuring…