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From the outskirts of the town Where of old the mile—stone stood, Now a stranger, looking down I behold the shadowy crown Of the dark and haunted wood.
This is the place. Stand still, m… Let me review the scene, And summon from the shadowy Past The forms that once have been. The Past and Present here unite
On the green little isle of Inchk… Who is it that walks by the shore, So gay with his Highland blue bon… So brave with his targe and claymo… His form is the form of a giant,
A fleet with flags arrayed Sailed from the port of Brest, And the Admiral’s ship displayed The signal: ‘Steer southwest.’ For this Admiral D’Anville
‘Strike the sails!’ King Olaf sai… ‘Never shall men of mine take flig… Never away from battle I fled, Never away from my foes! Let God dispose
I sat by my window one night, And watched how the stars grew hig… And the earth and skies were a spl… To a sober and musing eye. From heaven the silver moon shone…
IN that delightful land, which is… Guarding in sylvan shades the name… Stands on the banks of its beautif… There all the air is balm, and the… And the streets still re-echo the…
Othere, the old sea-captain, Who dwelt in Helgoland, To King Alfred, the Lover of Tru… Brought a snow-white walrus-tooth, Which he held in his brown right h…
Now Time throws off his cloak aga… Of ermined frost, and cold and rai… And clothes him in the embroidery Of glittering son and clear blue s… With beast and bird the forest rin…
Sleep, comrades, sleep and rest On this Field of the Grounded Ar… Where foes no more molest, Nor sentry’s shot alarms! Ye have slept on the ground before…
“As unto the bow the cord is, So unto the man is woman; Though she bends him, she obeys hi… Though she draws him, yet she foll… Useless each without the other!”
STARS of the summer night! Far in yon azure deeps, Hide, hide your golden light! She sleeps! My lady sleeps!
The young Endymion sleeps Endymio… The shepherd—boy whose tale was le… The solemn grove uplifts its shiel… To the red rising moon, and loud a… The nightingale is singing from th…
Simon Danz has come home again, From cruising about with his bucca… He has singed the beard of the Ki… And carried away the Dean of Jaen And sold him in Algiers.
Out of the bosom of the Air, Out of the cloud—folds of her garm… Over the woodlands brown and bare, Over the harvest—fields forsaken, Silent, and soft, and slow