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Give me a roof where Wisdom dwell… Where honeysuckle smiles and smell… A bleating flock, some lowing kine… An honest welcome always mine, A homely draught, a humble meal,
The hills slope down to the valley… And my heart, my heart, O far one… But only the feet of the mountain… And the source and soul of the hur… The dawn is sick for the daylight,…
Now where the bare sky spans the l… Up long brown fallows creeps the s… Scattering the seed-corn that must… Till by Spring’s carillon awakene… Ruffling the tangles of his thicke…
Now in the woodlands from the crea… The last sere leaves are loosened… Where once the tender honeysuckle… And the fond mavis fluted to his s… Already dreaming of her winter dro…
Bend down and read-the birth, the… Born in the year that Waterloo wa… And died in this, whose days are n… But which, because a year conceive… No noble need will christen or wil…
Here’s to him that grows it, Drink, lads, drink! That lays it in and mows it, Clink, jugs, clink! To him that mows and makes it,
Joy! Free, at last, from vulgar t… No longer need my voice be dumb; And quicker far than thou canst ca… O Italy, I come! To feel me the adopted heir
In the green darkness of a summer… Wherethro’ ran winding ways, a lad… Carved from the air in curving wom… A maiden’s form crowned by a matro… As, about Lammas, wheat-stems may…
Where Apennine slopes unto Tuscan… And breaks into dimples, and laugh… To see where the terrors of Winte… And out of a valley of grape and g… There blossoms a City of domes an…
How can I tell thee when I love t… In rapture or repose? how shall I… I only know I love thee every way… Plumed for love’s flight, or folde… See, what is day but night bedewed…
Maiden, with English hair, and ey… The colour of Italian skies, What seek you by this shore? ‘I seek, sir, for the latest home Where Shelley dwelt, and, o’er th…
She came into the April air, And passed across the silvery lawn… Blithe was her voice, her brow was… And rippled from her radiant hair The glow and glory of the dawn.
Midway his upward unavailing cours… Sate Sisyphus, his back against h… Halting a moment from that task of… Adown his swollen cheeks ran strea… Dripping from thick-drenched locks…
The Old Year knocks at the farmho… October, come with your matron gaz… From the fruit you are storing for… And prop him up on the granary flo… Where the straw lies threshed and…
She trembles when I touch The tips of scarce-grown fingers, Yet seems to think it overmuch If for a moment lingers Grasp that I hardly meant for suc…