So the gray Boatswain of 'Twenty-nine Piped to "The Boys" as they crossed the line; Round the cabin sat thirty guests, Babes of the nurse with a thousand breasts. ...
Hang out our banners on the stately tower It dawns at last - the long-expected hour I The steep is climbed, the star-lit summit won, The builder's task, the artist's labor done;...
"Thou look'st upon me, and dost fondly think, Poet! that, stricken as both are by years, We, differing once so much, are now Compeers, Prepared, when each has stood his time, to sink...
Still anxious to secure your partial favour, And not less anxious, sure, this night than ever, A Prologue, Epilogue, or some such matter, 'Twould vamp my bill, said I, if nothing better;...
Brief words, when actions wait, are well: The prompter's hand is on his bell; The coming heroes, lovers, kings, Are idly lounging at the wings; Behind the curtain's mystic fold...
Calm resignation meets a happy end; And Providence, long-trusted, brings a friend. God's will be done, be patient and be good; Elisha was, and ravens brought him food:...
Float in the winds of heaven, O tattered Flag! Emblem of hope to all the misruled world: Thy field of golden stars is rent and red Dyed in the blood of brothers madly spilled...
Naught are all women: I say no, Since for one bad, one good I know: For Clytemnestra most unkind, Loving Alcestis there we find: For one Medea that was bad, A good Penelope was had:...
Where is the man who has been tried and found strong and sound? Where is the friend of reason and of knowledge? I see only sceptics and weaklings. I see only prisoners in the durance of the senses,...
I was foretold, your rebell sex, Nor love, nor pitty knew; And with what scorn you use to vex Poor hearts that humbly sue; Yet I believ'd, to crown our pain, Could we the fortress win,...
Britain! Our Britain! uprisen in the splendour Of your white wrath at treacheries so vile; Roused from your sleep, become once more defender Of those high things which make life worth life's while! ...
I like to think this friendship that we hold As youth's high gift in our two hands to-day Still shall we find as bright, untarnished gold What time the fleeting years have left us grey....
On the white throat of the' useless passion That scorched my soul with its burning breath I clutched my fingers in murderous fashion, And gathered them close in a grip of death;...
The week before Easter, the days long and clear, So bright shone the sun and so cool blew the air, I went in the meadow some flowers to find there, But the meadow would yield me no posies. ...