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Who would not die for England
This great thought,
Through centuries of Glory handed down By storied vault in monumental fane,
And homeless grave in lone barbaric lands,

Amarantha, sweet and fair,
Ah, braid no more that shining hair
As my curious hand or
Hovering round thee, let it fly

In sober mornings do thou not
The holy incantation of a verse;
But when that men have both well drunk, and fed,
Let my enchantments then be sung, or read

A little colt — broncho, loaned to the
To be broken in time without fury or harm,
Yet black crows flew past you, shouting alarm,
Calling "Beware," with lugubrious singing…The butterflies there in the bush were romancing,

I would ask for still more, if I had the sky with all its stars,and the world with its endless riches; but I would be content withthe smallest corner of this earth if only she were mine

Oh
leave the past to buy its own dead
The past is naught to us, the present all
What need of last year's leaves to strew Love's bed

"For myself alone,
I would not be        Ambitious in my wish; but, for you,        I would be trebled twenty times myself;        A thousand times more fair,        Ten thousand times more rich
"

I would in that sweet bosom be (O sweet it is and fair it is
) Where no rude wind might visit me
Because of sad austerities I would in that sweet bosom be
I would be ever in that heart (O soft I knock and soft entreat her

What would I give for a heart of flesh to warm me through,
Instead of this heart of stone ice-cold whatever I do
Hard and cold and small, of all hearts the worst of all
What would I give for words, if only words would come

I would like to describe the simplest emotion joy or sadness but not as others do reaching for shafts of rain or sun I would like to describe a light which is being born in me but I know it does not resemble any star for it is not so bright not so...