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I heard a small sad sound, And stood awhile among the tombs a… “Wherefore, old friends,” said I,… Now, screened from life’s unrest?” II
Plunging and labouring on in a tid… Dolorous and dear, Forward I pushed my way as amid w… Stretching around, Through whose eddies there glimmer…
The curtains now are drawn, And the spindrift strikes the glas… Blown up the jagged pass By the surly salt sou’-west, And the sneering glare is gone
“Men know but little more than we, Who count us least of things terre… How happy days are made to be! “Of such strange tidings what thin… O birds in brown that peck and pre…
I dream that the dearest I ever k… Has died and been entombed. I am sure it’s a dream that cannot… But I am so overgloomed By its persistence, that I would…
Its roots are bristling in the air Like some mad Earth-god’s spiny h… The loud south-wester’s swell and… Smote it at midnight, and it fell. Thus ends the tree
Who, then, was Cestius, And what is he to me? - Amid thick thoughts and memories m… One thought alone brings he. I can recall no word
It bends far over Yell’ham Plain, And we, from Yell’ham Height, Stand and regard its fiery train, So soon to swim from sight. It will return long years hence, w…
On Monday night I closed my door, And thought you were not as hereto… And little cared if we met no more… I seemed on Tuesday night to trac… Something beyond mere commonplace
O life with the sad seared face, I weary of seeing thee, And thy draggled cloak, and thy ho… And thy too-forced pleasantry! I know what thou would’st tell
Southampton Docks: October 189… Here, where Vespasian’s legions s… And Cendric with the Saxons enter… And Henry’s army lept afloat to w… Convincing triumphs over neighbori…
'TWAS a death-bed summons, and f… By the way of the Western Wall, s… On that winter night, and sought a… The home, by Fate, Of one I had long held dear.
The chimes called midnight, just a… And the daytime talk on the Roman… Was checked by silence, save for t… The bubbling waters played near th… And a warm air came up from underg…
He does not think that I haunt he… How shall I let him know That whither his fancy sets him wa… I, too, alertly go? — Hover and hover a few feet from hi…
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