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Ye Bards in all your thousand dens,Great souls with fewer pence than pens,Sublime adorers of Apollo,With folios full,...

The sextant of the meetinouse, which sweepsAnd dusts, or is supposed too! and makes fiers,And lites the gas and...

"Saint Praxed's ever was the Church for peace"If down here I chance to die,Solemnly I beg you takeAll that is left of...

Let others prate of Greece and Rome,And towns where they may never be,The muse should wander nearer home.My country...

(Spirit of Lord Eldon speaks)This England is gone staring mad,She hath abolished Chancery,[J]See the long lines of...

I sit before the firelight's glowWith all the world in apogee,And con good Master FlorioWith pipe a-light; and as I...

They walked the valley of the dead;Lit by a weird half light;No sound they made, no word they said;And they were pale...

No girdle hath weaver or goldsmith wroughtSo rich as the arms of my love can be;No gems with a lovelier lustre...

TO CHRISTINA G. ROSSETTI.Song wakes with every wakening yearFrom hearts of birds that only feelBrief spring's...

Like a queen enchanted who may not laugh or weep,Glad at heart and guarded from change and care like ours,Girt about...

There are sleeping dreams and waking dreams;What seems is not always as it seems.I looked out of my window in the...

The burden of fair women. Vain delight,And love self-slain in some sweet shameful way,And sorrowful old age that...

Clothes and the Man I sing. Reformers, noteThese of the Subaltern who owned a Coat.He was what veterans miscall, for...

Kneel down, fair Love, and fill thyself with tears,Girdle thyself with sighing for a girthUpon the sides of...

I hid my heart in a nest of roses,Out of the sun's way, hidden apart;In a softer bed then the soft white snow's...

The railway rattled and roared and swungWith jolting and bumping trucks.The sun, like a billiard red ball, hungIn the...

France tells the story, make our hearts know well,Christ His Figure stands against the gates of hell:Flame and shot...

Ye who heed a nation's callAnd speed to arms therefor,Ye who fear your children's marchTo perils of the...

One moment bid the horses wait,Since tiffin is not laid till three,Below the upward path and straitYou climbed a year...

It fell in the year of Mutiny,At darkest of the night,John Nicholson by Jal'ndhar came,On his way to Delhi fight.And...