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I towered far, and lo! I stood wi… The presence of the Lord Most… Sent thither by the sons of earth,… Some answer to their cry. —"The Earth, say’st thou? The…
Only a man harrowing clods In a slow silent walk With an old horse that stumbles an… Half asleep as they stalk. Only thin smoke without flame
“Percussus sum sicut foenum, et ar… —Ps. ci Wintertime nighs; But my bereavement-pain It cannot bring again:
When of tender mind and body I was moved by minstrelsy, And that strain “The Bridge of L… Brought a strange delight to me. In the battle-breathing jingle
They throw in Drummer Hodge, to r… Uncoffined—just as found: His landmark is a kopje-crest That breaks the veldt around; And foreign constellations west
He was leaning by a face, He was looking into eyes, And he knew a trysting-place, And he heard seductive sighs; But the face,
THERE were two youths of equal a… Wit, station, strength, and parent… They studied at the self-same scho… And shaped their thoughts by commo… One pondered on the life of man,
SNOW-BOUND in woodland, a mour… Dropt now and then from the bill o… Reached me on wind-wafts; and thus… Wearily waiting:— “I planned her a nest in a leafles…
“You see those mothers squabbling… Remarks the man of the cemetery. “One says in tears, ‘Tis mine lie… Another, ‘Nay, mine, you Pharisee… Another, ‘How dare you move my fl…
“OLD Norbert with the flat blue… A German said to be— Why let your pipe die on your lap, Your eyes blink absently?”— —"Ah!... Well, I had thought till…
I have lived with Shades so long, So long have talked to them, I sped to street and throng, That sometimes they In their dim style
With Thoughts of Sergeant M——(Pe… “WHY, Sergeant, stray on the Ive… As though at home there were spect… From first to last 'twas a proud c… And your sunny years with a gracio…
Between us now and here— Two thrown together Who are not wont to wear Life’s flushest feather— Who see the scenes slide past,
In a solitude of the sea Deep from human vanity, And the Pride of Life that planne… Steel chambers, late the pyres Of her salamandrine fires,
‘Whenever I plunge my arm, like t… In a basin of water, I never miss The sweet sharp sense of a fugitiv… Fetched back from its thickening s… Hence the only prime