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Earth was not Earth before her so… Nor Beauty Beauty ere young Love… And thou when I lay hidden wast a… At city-windows, touching eyelids… To none by her fresh wingedness en…
Like a flood river whirled at rock… An army issues out of wilderness, With battle plucking round its rag… Obstruction in the van; insane exc… Oft at the heart; yet hard the onw…
A wind sways the pines, And below Not a breath of wild air; Still as the mosses that glow On the flooring and over the lines
This golden head has wit in it. I… Again, and a far higher life, near… Some women like a young philosophe… Perchance because he is diminutive… For woman’s manly god must not exc…
The old grey Alp has caught the c… And the torrent river sings aloud; The glacier-green Rosanna sings An organ song of its upper springs… Foaming under the tiers of pine,
He who has looked upon Earth Deeper than flower and fruit, Losing some hue of his mirth, As the tree striking rock at the r… Unto him shall the marvellous tale
She yields: my Lady in her nobles… Has yielded: she, my golden-crownÃ… The bride of every sense! more swe… Who breathe the violet breath of m… O visage of still music in the sky
We spend our lives in learning pil… And grow good steersmen when the v… Gap-toothed he spake, and with a t… Sidled to gain the sunny bench of… It is the sentence which completes…
Keen as an eagle whose flight towa… Fearless of toil or fatigue ever r… Vast in the cloud-coloured robes o… Lo! the grand Epic advances, unfo…
MARK where the pressing wind sho… Its skeleton shadow on the broad-b… Here is a fitting spot to dig Lov… Here where the ponderous breakers… And dart their hissing tongues hig…
An inspiration caught from dubious… Filled him, and mystic wrynesses h… For they lead farther than the sin… Wave subtler promise when desire p… The moon of cloud discoloured was…
February 2, 1901 Her sacred body bear: the tenement Of that strong soul now ranked wit… Her heart upon her people’s heart… Hence is she Royalty’s lodestar t…
A dove flew with an Olive Branch; It crossed the sea and reached the… And on a ship about to launch Dropped down the happy sign it bor… ‘An omen’ rang the glad acclaim!
Sharp is the night, but stars with… Leap off the rim of earth across t… It is a night to make the heavens… More than the nest whereto apace w… Lengths down our road each fir—tre…
O might I load my arms with thee, Like that young lover of Romance Who loved and gained so gloriously The fair Princess of France! Because he dared to love so high,