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Captain be he, my England, who do… Not careful coasts, with inland we… But who, with heart infallible, ca… Straight to the gulf-streams of th… The inevitable Winds. Let cockles…
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…
“HOW many?” said our good Captai… “Twenty sail and more.” We were homeward bound, Scudding in a gale with our jib to… Right athwart our tack,
When we all lie still Where churchyard pines their funer… Thou shalt rise up early While the dews are deep; Thee the earliest bird shall rouse
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…
Without Life’s toil to win Life’s… What was thy mystery, oh, early D… The careless world but counted thy… Among the multifarious heads that… And sink, forgot. For thee, no wa…
Oh Soul! that this fair flower do… Ask of thyself, saying-'Soul beau… Oh Soul-in-love, oh happy, happy… That wert so dull and poor, and th… Art so more floral even than a flo…
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…
Dear Friend, methinks when thus t… Speaks from yon pale default that… The hale and stalwart by thy couch… Such fond intoleration to be whole As he, who, where the storms of ba…
And as I mused on all we call our… And (in the words their passionate… Expressing this late world for whi… And prayed) said, lifting up my he… ‘Ne quibus diis immortalibus,’-one
Turn, turn, for my cheeks they bur… Turn by the dale, my Harry! Fill pail, fill pail, He has turned by the dale, And there by the stile waits Harr…
On A Portrait Presented To J.… Unto myself my better self you gav… I give yourself yourself: but ah,… In how inverse a ratio! To amend The unjust return these thanks are…
RETURN, return! all night my la… All night, like it, my wide eyes w… Like it, I fade and pale, when da… Bears witness that the absent can… Return, return.
Here lies who of two mighty realms… The English-Spaniard, who lived… With such a Spain of splendour in… As, flaming through our cold utili… Fired the north oak to the Hesper…
Scourge us as Thou wilt, oh Lord… Deal with us, Lord, according to… But give us Victory! Victory, victory! oh, Lord, victo… Oh, Lord, victory! Lord, Lord, v…