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We are getting to the end of visio… The impossible within this univers… Such as that better whiles may fol… And that our race may mend by reas… We know that even as larks in cage…
When moiling seems at cease In the vague void of night-time, And heaven’s wide roomage stormles… Between the dusk and light-time, And fear at last is formless,
I leant upon a coppice gate When Frost was spectre—grey, And Winter’s dregs made desolate The weakening eye of day. The tangled bine—stems scored the…
I saw a dead man’s finer part Shining within each faithful heart Of those bereft. Then said I: "T… His immortality." I looked there as the seasons w…
‘It is a foolish thing,’ said I, ‘To bear with such, and pass it by… Yet so I do, I know not why!’ And at each clash I would surmise That if I had acted otherwise
I walked in loamy Wessex lanes, a… From rail—track and from highway,… In field and farmstead many an anc… Of local lineage like “Thu bist,”… “Ich woll,” “Er sholl,” and by—ta…
‘I mean to build a hall anon, And shape two turrets there, And a broad newelled stair, And a cool well for crystal water; Yes; I will build a hall anon,
Sinking down by the gate I discer… And a blackbird tries over old air… But the moon is a sorry one, sad t… For this spot is unknown to that… Did my Heartmate but haunt here a…
‘A woman never agreed to it!’ said… 'That one thing she’d refuse to do… No woman ever will make herself lo… I did not answer; but I thought,… It took a rare one, true, to do it…
How do you know that the pilgrim t… Along the belting zodiac Swept by the sun in his seeming ro… Is traced by now to the Fishes’ b… And into the Ram, when weeks of c…
O it was sad enough, weak enough,… Light in their loving as soldiers… First to risk choosing them, leave… Now, in far battle, beyond the So… —Rain came down drenchingly; but w…
That night your great guns, unawar… Shook all our coffins as we lay, And broke the chancel window—squar… We thought it was the Judgment—da… And sat upright. While drearisome
The day is turning ghost, And scuttles from the kalendar in… To join the anonymous host Of those that throng oblivion; ced… To one of like degree.
At last I entered a long dark gal… Catacomb—lined; and ranged at the… Were the bodies of men from far an… Who, motion past, were nevertheles… “The sense of waiting here strikes…
A plain tilt-bonnet on her head She took the path across the leaze… —Her spouse the vicar, gardening,… ‘Too dowdy that, for coquetries, So I can hoe at ease.’