Becket; Tiresias, and other poems; Poems omitted from revised editions; Locksley Hall sixty years after; The promise of MayHoughton, Mifflin, 1892 |
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afoor ageän Archbishop Balin beänt Becket Brito Canterbury child Church coom crown daäy DAN SMITH dark dead death dream earth Eleanor England Enter ev'n Exeunt Exit eyes Farming father fire of Heaven Fitzurse flowers Foliot forgive Geoffrey Gilbert Foliot goäs golden gone hallus hand Harold hate hath hear heart Heaven Henry Herbert HERBERT OF BOSHAM hoäm John of Oxford John of Salisbury King King's kiss knaws lady light live Locksley Hall long barn look lord maäke marriage Milly Miss Dora Morville mother mysen never night niver Noä oän Philip Edgar poor REGINALD FITZURSE Ringlet Roger of York Rosamund rose saäy Sally Saltwood Castle sing Sir Balin sister smile song Steer sweet taäke tears tell thee theer thine Thomas Becket thou art thro voice Walter Map weänt Yeäs
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Page 241 - Poor old voice of eighty crying after voices that have fled ! All I loved are vanish'd voices, all my steps are on the dead. All the world is ghost to me, and as the phantom disappears, Forward far and far from here is all the hope of eighty years.
Page 190 - TO CHRISTOPHER NORTH. You did late review my lays, Crusty Christopher; You did mingle blame and praise, Rusty Christopher. When I learnt from whom it came, I forgave you all the blame, Musty Christopher ; I could not forgive the praise, Fusty Christopher.
Page 231 - Forward, Forward,' lost within a growing gloom ; Lost, or only heard in silence from the silence of a tomb. Half the marvels of my morning, triumphs over time and space, Staled by frequence, shrunk by usage into commonest commonplace ! ' Forward ' rang the voices then, and of the many mine was one. Let us hush this cry of ' Forward ' till ten thousand years have gone.
Page 239 - Only That which made us, meant us to be mightier by and by, Set the sphere of all the boundless Heavens within the human eye, Sent the shadow of Himself, the boundless, thro' the human soul ; Boundless inward, in the atom, boundless outward, in the Whole.
Page 105 - And while your doves about you flit, And plant on shoulder, hand and knee, Or on your head their rosy feet, As if they knew your diet spares Whatever moved in that full sheet Let down to Peter at his prayers; Who live on milk and meal and grass...
Page 164 - Fell like a cannonshot, Burst like a thunderbolt, Crash'd like a hurricane, Broke thro' the mass from below, Drove thro' the midst of the foe, Plunged up and down, to and fro, Rode flashing blow upon blow, Brave Inniskillens and Greys Whirling their sabres in circles of light! And some of us, all in amaze, Who were held for a while from the fight, And were only standing at gaze, When the dark-muffled Russian crowd Folded its wings from the left and the right, And roll'd them around like a cloud,...
Page 164 - Thro' the great gray slope of men, Sway'd his sabre, and held his own Like an Englishman there and then ; All in a moment follow'd with force Three that were next in their fiery course, Wedged themselves in between horse and horse, Fought for their lives in the narrow gap they had made — Four amid thousands ! and up the hill, up the hill, Gallopt the gallant three hundred, the Heavy Brigade. Fell like a, cannonshot, Burst like a thunderbolt, Crash'd like a hurricane, Broke thro...
Page 229 - ... casement crimson with the shield of Locksley —there, All in white Italian marble, looking still as if she smiled, Lies my Amy dead in child-birth, dead the mother, dead the child. Dead— and sixty years ago, and dead her aged husband now— I this old white-headed dreamer stoopt and kiss'd her marble brow. Gone the fires of youth, the follies, furies, curses, passionate tears, Gone like fires and floods and earthquakes of the planet's dawning years.
Page 179 - Her dauntless army scatter'd, and so small, Her island-myriads fed from alien lands — The fleet of England is her all-in-all ; Her fleet is in your hands, And in her fleet her fate.
Page 188 - O DARLING room, my heart's delight Dear room, the apple of my sight, With thy two couches soft and white, There is no room so exquisite, No little room so warm and bright, Wherein to read, wherein to write.