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‘Why, on this drear December morn… Dost thou, lone Misselthrush, reh… The corals have been rifled from t… The pastures lie undenizened and l… And everywhere around there seems…
When Sorrow first came wailing to… April rehearsed the madrigal of M… And, as I ne’er had seen her face… I kept on singing, and she went he… When next came Sorrow, life was w…
‘One more embrace! Then, o’er the… And nobly play the soldier’s part!… Thus sounds, amid the martial stra… The Spartan Mother’s patriot hear… She hides her woe,
I saw this morning, with a sudden… Spring preparing to depart. I know her well and so I told her… ‘Why did you, Spring, your coming… If, now here, you cannot stay?
’Tis because, though in dusky bowe… With love delighted still thou art… Nor hath the deepening twilight po… To lay a curfew on thy heart. Thou lovest; and, loving, dost pro…
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…
Queen, widowed Mother of a widowe… Whose ancient sorrow goeth forth t… Her new-born sorrow with parental… And tearful eyes that oft on hers… Will not your generous heart be no…
Now let the cry, ‘To Arms! To Ar… Go ringing round the world; And swift a wave-wide Empire swar… Round Battleflag unfurled! Wherever glitters Britain’s might…
From tangled brake and trellised b… Bring every bud that blows, But never will you find the flower To match an English rose. It blooms with more than city grac…
You say that I am fitful. Sweet,… But ’tis that I your fitfulness o… If you are April, how can I be M… Or flaunt bright roses when you we… Shine like the sun, and my sky wil…
Long ere the Muse the strenuous c… And the first lay as yet in silenc… A Time there was which since has… To notes of wail and accents warm… Moved the soft Mantuan to his sil…
When for one brief dark hour Rome… Felt the sharp shock of Cannae’s… Forum, and field, and Senate-Hous… With cries of nor misgiving nor la… Only of men contending now who sho…
Hearken not, friend, for the resou… That did the Poet’s verses once a… We are but gleaners in the field o… Whence the main harvest hath been… The sheaves of glory you are fain…
Blest husbandmen! if they but knew… For whom, from war remote, fair-mi… Teems, to light toil, with ready s… What though from splendid palace s… No servile train, gaping at inlaid…
In the ages of Faith, before the… When men were too proud to weep or… There stood in a red-roofed Breto… Snugly nestled 'twixt sea and down… A chapel for simple souls to meet,
