A Faith On Trial (George Meredith Poems)
On the morning of May,Ere the children had entered my gateWith their wreaths and mechanical lay,A metal ding-dong of the ...
On the morning of May,Ere the children had entered my gateWith their wreaths and mechanical lay,A metal ding-dong of the ...
WHEN fallen man from Paradise was driven, Forth to a world of labour, death, and care; Still, of his native ...
It boots not to retrace the path To ages dim and hoar, When Man, at the domestic hearth, ...
Unroll Erin's flag! fling its folds to the breeze!Let it float o'er the land, let it flash o'er the seas!Lift ...
A Legend of Windsor A song for the Queen! our gracious Queen, Who giveth her subjects bread!Paupers! throw up ...
(Battleships of the Coronation Naval Review, Spithead, England, June 24,1911.) Hail, sceptered Mars, great god of wars! ...
O you, love's mendicancy who never tried, How little of your almsman me you know!Your little languid hand in mine ...
WHERE tides of tossed wistaria bloom Foam up in purple turbulence, Where twining boughs have built a room And wing'd ...
I. ALL love-adepts, all faithful hearts who wear In Love's sweet prime-his hour of blossoming- The full, harmonious colours of ...
I fed out of my hand a flock of keys To clapping of wings and shrill cries in flight. Sleeves ...
God gave all men all earth to love, But, since our hearts are small Ordained for each one spot should ...
Hear now the Song of the Dead -- in the North by the torn berg-edges -- They that look still ...
(Mobile Columns of the Boer War) Out o' the wilderness, dusty an' dry (Time, an' 'igh time to be trekkin' ...
Dim, as the borrow'd beams of moon and stars To lonely, weary, wand'ring travellers, Is reason to the soul; and ...
'The mist is resting on the hill; The smoke is hanging in the air; The very clouds are standing still: ...
'Not by the justice that my father spurn'd, Not for the thousands whom my father slew, Altars unfed and temples ...
God knows it, I am with you. If to prize Those virtues, priz'd and practis'd by too few, But priz'd, ...
Go, for they call you, shepherd, from the hill; Go, shepherd, and untie the wattled cotes! No longer leave thy ...
I SAID my pleasure shall not move; It is not fixed in things apart: Seeking not love-but yet to love- ...
When wise Ulysses, from his native coast Long kept by wars, and long by tempests toss'd, Arrived at last, poor, ...
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