Sudden Fine Weather
Reader
what soul that loaves a verse can see The spring return, nor glow like you and me
Hear the quick birds, and see the landscape fill,
Nor long to utter his melodious will
Reader
what soul that loaves a verse can see The spring return, nor glow like you and me
Hear the quick birds, and see the landscape fill,
Nor long to utter his melodious will
The Deed of Blood is o'er
And, hark, the Trumpet's mournful breath Low murmurs round it a Note of Death— The Mighty are no more
How solemn slow that distant Groan
— O, could
King Francis was a hearty king, and loved a royal sport,
And one day as his lions fought, sat looking on the court;
The nobles filled the benches, and the ladies in their pride,
And 'mongst them sat the Count de Lorge, with one for ...
Cold blows the wind, and while the tear Bursts trembling from my swollen eyes,
The rain's big drop, quick meets it there, And on my naked bosom flies
O pity, all ye sons of Joy, The little wand'ring Negro-boy
These tatter'd clothes,...
It flows through old hush'd Ægypt and its sands,
Like some grave mighty thought threading a dream;
And times and things, as in a vision,
Keeping along it their eternal stands
Now sheath'd is the Sword that was wild as the blast:
The Tempest of Slaughter and Terror is past;
Old
ON her Neighbour all smilingly hails—For the
One day there fell in great Benares' temple-courtA wondrous plate of gold, whereon these words were writ;"To him who loveth best, a gift from Heaven
" Thereat
The priests made proclamation: "At the midday hour,
Each d...
You strange, astonished-looking, angle-faced,
Dreary-mouthed, gaping wretches of the sea,
Gulping salt water everlastingly,
Cold-blooded, though with red your blood be graced,
'Tis well you think me truly one of those,
Whose sense discerns the loveliness of things;
For surely as I feel the bird that
Behind the leaves, or dawn as it up grows,
Green little vaulter in the sunny grass Catching your heart up at the feel of June,
Sole voice that's heard amidst the lazy noon,
When ev'n the bees lag at the summoning brass;
And you, warm little housekeeper, who class With those ...
Ye brave, enduring Englishmen, Who dash through fire and flood,
And spend with equal thoughtlessness Your money and your blood,
I sing of that black season, Which all true hearts deplore, When ye lay, Night and day,
Upon Walcheren's...