Who beckons the green ivy up Its solitary tower of stone? What spirit lures the bindweed's cup Unfaltering on? Calls even the starry lichen to climb By agelong inches endless Time? ...
What it would mean for you and me If dawn should come no more! Think of its gold along the sea, Its rose above the shore! That rose of awful mystery, Our souls bow down before. ...
I dreamed a dream of heaven, white as frost, The splendid stillness of a living host; Vast choirs of upturned faces, line o'er line. Then my blood froze; for every face was mine. ...
Withered and gray as winter; gnarled and old, With bony hands he crouches by the coals; His beggar's coat is patched and worn in holes; Rags are his shoes: clutched in his claw-like hold...
The night was dark and dreary, And the autumn-wind went by With a sound like Sorrow's wailing In its sadly mournful cry; - The yew trees, old and drooping, Shook in the angry blast,...
A man amass'd. The thing, we know, Doth often to a frenzy grow. No thought had he but of his minted gold - Stuff void of worth when unemploy'd, I hold....
He buried his Gold in a hole. One saw, and the treasure he stole. Said another, "What matter? Don't raise such a clatter, You can still go & sit by the hole."
'Tis use that constitutes possession. I ask that sort of men, whose passion It is to get and never spend, Of all their toil what is the end? What they enjoy of all their labours...
She left the port in gallant style, With sails and streamers full and free! I watched her course for many a mile Far out upon the distant sea! At dusk she lessened to a speck,...
Plough, vessel, plough the British main, Seek the free ocean's wider plain; Leave English scenes and English skies, Unbind, dissever English ties; Bear me to climes remote and strange,...