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Page 56 - So was he lifted gently from the ground, And with their freight homeward the shepherds moved Through the dull mist, I following — when a step, A single step, that freed me from the skirts Of the blind vapour, opened to my view Glory beyond all glory ever seen By waking sense or by the dreaming soul...
Page 106 - There they stood, ranged along the hill-sides — met To view the last of me, a living frame For one more picture ! In a sheet of flame I saw them, and I knew them all. And yet Dauntless the slug-horn to my lips I set, And blew, ' Childe Roland to the Dark Tower came.
Page 106 - How such a one was strong, and such was bold, And such was fortunate, yet, each of old Lost, lost! one moment knelled the woe of years.
Page 106 - What in the midst lay but the Tower itself? The round squat turret, blind as the fool's heart, Built of brown stone, without a counterpart In the whole world. The tempest's mocking elf Points to the shipman thus the unseen shelf He strikes on, only when the timbers start.
Page 106 - Not see? because of night perhaps? - Why, day Came back again for that! before it left, The dying sunset kindled through a cleft: The hills, like giants at a hunting, lay Chin upon hand, to see the game at bay, 'Now stab and end the creature - to the heft!
Page 92 - And sumless riches, from Affection's deep, To pour on broken reeds — a wasted shower ! And to make idols, and to find them clay, And to bewail that worship ; therefore pray...
Page 92 - Her lot is on you ! — to be found untired, Watching the stars out by the bed of pain, With a pale cheek, and yet a brow inspired, And a true heart of hope, though hope be vain ! Meekly to bear with wrong, to cheer decay, And, oh ! to love through all things — therefore pray.
Page 65 - On fire that glows With heat intense I turn the hose Of common sense, And out it goes At small expense. We must maintain Our fairy law; That is the main On which to draw; In that we gain A Captain Shaw, Oh, Captain Shaw!
Page 55 - She never found fault with you, never implied Your wrong by her right; and yet men at her side Grew nobler, girls purer, as through the whole town The children were gladder that pulled at her gown — My Kate.