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The breath of Thy voice was as Freedom ! The nations did tremble with fear. The heathen, their fury forsook them ; The Moabites trembled and fled. O Lord, when Thy countenance shook them. Thy voice in the House of the Dead. O Lord ! Thou has said ! The lightnings were kindled and lightened, Thy thunder was heard on the deep ; The stars with Thy Fear shook and whitened, The sun and the moon in the steep. The sea rose in tumult and clamour, The Earth also shook with Thee then, As Thor had uplifted his hammer, And smitten the mutinous men. O ! ris…
1901 · PDF PAGE 21
… hollow and vaulted Exulting the shouts of him ring : The Sign of the Spring. How hollows the heart of the heaven ! How light swells his voice for a cry ! The winter is shaken and riven, And death and the fruits of him die. W 19
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…ur strength—I defy you to shame it ! Your peace—I defy it to be Dishonoured ! Arise and proclaim it From sea unto sea ! From Ireland the voice of the dying, The murdered, the starved, the exiled, In hope to your freedom is crying A dolorous note and a wild : “ Your star-bestrewn banner is flying, And ours—is defiled.” From Ind—shall her summons awaken ? Her voices are those of the dead ! By famine and cholera shaken, By taxes and usury bled, In the hour of her torture forsaken, Stones given for bread ! In Africa women are fighting Their homes a…
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…is ruin, may breed love again, Even as darkness breeds the day : when life is slain. * * * * * * * O who will hear my chant, my cry ; my voice who hear, Even in this weary misery, this danker mere, Me, in mine exile, who am driven from yonder mountains Blue-gray, and highland airs of heaven, and moving fountains ? Me, who shall hear me ? Am I lost, a broken vessel, Caught in the storm of lies and tossed, forbid to wrestle ? Shall not the sun rise lively yet, the rose yet bloom, The crown yet lift me, life beget flowers on the tomb ? I was born …
1901 · PDF PAGE 12
…of Miseries and Fears Marshals its sombre powers. Take up thy pen and write ! I must obey. No shrinking at that terrible command ! Their voices mingle in the feeble lay, Their fire impulses the reluctant hand. My words must prophesy the avenging day And curse my native land. How have I loved thee in thy faithlessness Beneath the rule of those unspeakable ! How would I shield thee from this sorceress That holds my words imprisoned in her spell ! I would be silent. And the words obsess My spirit. It is well. O England ! England, mighty England, f…
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…eas Shall ring thee round, a zodiac to thy star, And Frost, the rampart of thine iron ease, Laugh at the shock of war. Turn, Italy ! The Voice is unto Thee ! Return, poor wounded maiden, to thy home ! Thou hast well tried a spurious liberty : Thou art made captive ; let thy fancy roam To the great Mother, deeper than the sea, And fairer than the foam. O Gateway of the admirable East ! Hold fast thy Faith ! Let no man take thy Crown ! The Birds of Evil, that were keen to feast, (Fools cried) but herald thy renewed renown. Mad Christians see in t…