Felix Randal the farrier, O he is dead then? my duty all ended, Who have watched his mould of man, big-boned and hardy- handsome Pining, pining, till time when reason rambled in it and some...
Honour is flashed off exploit, so we say; And those strokes once that gashed flesh or galled shield Should tongue that time now, trumpet now that field, And, on the fighter, forge his glorious day....
Earth, sweet Earth, sweet landscape, with leav's throng And louch'd low grass, heaven that dost appeal To, with no tongue to plead, no heart to feel; That canst but only be, but dost that long - ...
CLoud-Puffball, torn tufts, tossed pillows | flaunt forth, then chevy on an air- built thoroughfare: heaven-roysterers, in gay-gangs | they throng; they glitter in marches....
The fine delight that fathers thought; the strong Spur, live and lancing like the blowpipe flame, Breathes once and, quench'd faster than it came, Leaves yet the mind a mother of immortal song....