Robert Nichols

Robert Nichols

1,000 карма
United Kingdom (Great Britain)

Seventeen

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All the loud winds were in the garden wood,
All shadows joyfuller than lissom
Doubled in chasing, all exultant
That ever flung fierce mist and eddying
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The Prophetic Bards Oration From A Fauns Holiday

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'Be warned
I feel the world grow old,
And off Olympus fades the gold Of the simple passionate sun;
And the Gods wither one by one;
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The Pilgrim

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Put by the sun my joyful soul,
We are for darkness that is whole;
Put by the wine, now for long
We must be thirsty with salt tears;
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The Assault

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The beating of the guns grows louder
"Not long, boys, now
"My heart burns whiter, fearfuller, prouder;
Hurricanes
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The Philosophers Oration A Fauns Holiday

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Meanwhile, though nations in distress Cower at a comet's loveliness Shaken across the midnight sky;
Though the wind roars, and Victory,
A virgin fierce, on vans of gold Stoops through the cloud's white smother rolled Over the armies' sho...
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Night Rhapsody

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How beautiful it is to wake at night, When over all there reigns the ultimate spell Of complete silence, darkness absolute, To feel the world, tilted on axle-tree, In slow gyration, with no sensible sound, Unless to ears of unimagined beings, Resi...
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The Approach

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In the Grass:
Halt by the
In my tired, helpless bodyI feel my sunk heart ache;
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