Who'll dive for the dead men now, Since Colin is gone? Who'll feel for the anguished brow, Since Colin is gone? True Feeling is not confined To the learned or lordly mind;...
Fast by the banks of Cam was Colin bred, (Ye Nymphs, for every guard that sacred stream) To Wimple's woody shade his way he sped, (Flourish those woods, the Muses' endless theme.)...
Ah Constantine, of how much ill was cause Not thy Conversion, but those rich demains That the first wealthy Pope receiv'd of thee. DANTE, Inf. xix. 115....
A surtax on the ecosystem; so many raindrops, mists and bud breakings record spring days, that the movement of sap fluids and other vital juices involves all life on a colossal...
In K'hln, a town of monks and bones, And pavements fang'd with murderous stones And rags, and hags, and hideous wenches; I counted two and seventy stenches, All well defined, and several stinks!...
The Colonel went out sailing, He spoke with Turk and Jew, With Christian and with Infidel, For all tongues he knew. "O what's a wifeless man?' said he, And he came sailing home....
(Chorus.) Come praise Colonus' horses, and come praise The wine-dark of the wood's intricacies, The nightingale that deafens daylight there, If daylight ever visit where, Unvisited by tempest or by sun,...
The little man with the vague beard and guise Pulled at the wicket. "Come inside!" he said, "I'll show you all we've got now -- it was size You wanted? -- oh, dry colors! Well" -- he led...
How bright is Earth's rich gown None but an Airman knows Yellow, and green, and brown - How bright is Earth's rich gown! I see, as I gaze down, Its purple, cream, and rose....
Four hundred years ago a tangled waste Lay sleeping on the west Atlantic's side; Their devious ways the Old World's millions traced Content, and loved, and labored, dared and died,...
How in God's name did Columbus get over Is a pure wonder to me, I protest, Cabot, and Raleigh too, that well-read rover, Frobisher, Dampier, Drake, and the rest. Bad enough all the same,...
Chains, my good lord: in your raised brows I read Some wonder at our chamber ornaments. We brought this iron from our isles of gold. Does the king know you deign to visit him...
Behind him lay the gray Azores, Behind the Gates of Hercules; Before him not the ghost of shores, Before him only shoreless seas. The good mate said: "Now we must pray, For lo! the very stars are gone....
Steer on, bold sailor Wit may mock thy soul that sees the land, And hopeless at the helm may droop the weak and weary hand, Yet ever ever to the West, for there the coast must lie,...
This weeping willow! Why do you not plant a few For the millions of children not yet born, As well as for us? Are they not non-existent, or cells asleep Without mind?...