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YOU may give over plough, boys, You may take the gear to the stead… All the sweat o’ your brow, boys, Will never get beer and bread. The seed’s waste, I know, boys,
The sun that in Breadalbane’s lak… Was melting to the sea down golden… When a cry came along the peopled… ‘Sebastopol is ours!’ From that w… I turned, and leaning on a time-wo…
What if the Turk be foul or fair?… That the sublime Samaritan of old Withheld his hand till the bruised… His creed? Your neighbour’s roof… Yet if he burns shall not the flam…
’Twas in that island summer where They spin the morning gossamer, And weave the evening mist, That, underneath the hawthorn-tree… I loved my love, and my love loved…
O ye who by the gaping earth Where, faint with resurrection, la… An empire struggling into birth, Her storm-strown beauty cold with… The free winds round her flowery h…
‘Mother, I hear a word In the air!’ Play on, play on, my son, The word thou hast heard is some b… That singeth, why and where
Return, return! all night my lamp… All night, like it, my wide eyes w… Like it, I fade and pale, when da… Bears witness that the absent can… Return, return.
(In Prospect Of War With Americ… Oh worst of years, by what signs s… So dire an advent? Let thy New-Y… Be night. At the east gate let th… His crown: as thro’ a temple hung…
The groan of fallen Hosts; a torr… Of cities; battle-cries of Right… Where armies shout to rocking flee… On thundering oceans to the thunde… And high o’er all-long, long prolo…
Beauty is One. But that so equal… Run in the apt and kindly differen… Of each receptive and significant… Configures to our many-minded moul… Therefore, oh Love, though I no m…
FIRST came the primrose, On the bank high, Like a maiden looking forth From the window of a tower When the battle rolls below,
As when at twelve o’clock Strong January opes the gates of… And we that were so cabined and so… Within the round tower of the roun… Feel the far Spring blown in on u…
Down by the Sutlej shore, Where sound the trumpet and the wi… At winter’s eve did come A gaunt old northern lion, at whos… The myriad howlers of thy wilds ar…
We could not turn from that coloss… The morning shadow of whose hideou… Darkened the furthest West, and w… His evening shade on Ind. The pol… Behind him flamed and paled, and t…
How shall I sing? the thing I cra… To say is speechless as a Lover’s… How shall I give to thee What even now is all so wholly thi… That but by losing thee in me