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… was stirring and hale and glad , She was proud of her handsome lad , And he of her wide gold hair . He was merely a yokel lad , But his heart was a passionate rising fire , And his hallo along the rolling wold Was a sound to make the sun aspire , And the summer mend and hold . But a gallant sergeant came at length . He spoke to her lad ; “ You 'll lend your heart To a stirring deed , to a stalwart part , The country 's low for lack of strength , And of men that care to smart .” Oh what could a lad whose heart was fire , And what could a lass w…
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Richard Buxton . Your heart is like an orchard That has the sun forever in its leaves ; Where on the grass beneath the trees There falls the shadow of the fruit That ripen there for me . AUTUMN THOUGHTS . ROSES and kisses alike we ' ve known and enjoyed I to the fullest : Yesterday 's roses are dead , those of next year are not born . Autumn comes on apace . O take my head on your bosom ; Let us reason awhile between a kiss and a kiss . All my body and soul are bent and bowed to your service , Take my body and soul , give me your body and soul …
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…alking ( Step after step as I move ) me , to annul me , quell Hope and desire and life , bid light die under my eyelids , Bid the strong heart despair , quench the desire of Heaven . So I shudder a little ; and my heart goes out to the mountains , Rock upon rock for a crown , snow like an ermine robe ;
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…. The war was weary and ended not, And the news was sparse and vague and sad, " Oh what is the fate of my handsome lad , And what of his heart so wild and hot, And what of his lips so mad ? " “ What of the fate of my lad whose song Was all for love , and for joy of love ; Whose vows in the gold of my hair were wove , As his nesting arms grew sweet and strong , And the starlight swam above ? " Nay , lovely lass , with thy proud gold hair , Nay , lovely lass , so love forlorn , Who standest with thy heart shred - torn , And lean ' st thy gaze on …
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INDEX TO FIRST LINES. PAGE Oh fair and straight and like a naked sword ... Oh heart , how long shall we serve errantry ... O lustrous Lady of the luminous lake Only the fire of love can fuse and burn O what, alas , can yet delay . .. . .. 209 155 15 205 151 87 Paling fires of instant blue Pause, Joy ! I cannot follow ... Pipe me a silver song Put on your coat and come to my boat 180 Red Admiral , Red Admiral Roses and kisses alike we've known ... 32 94 167 148 89 22 She wakes at sunrise on her little bed She who gives birth in woe . .. Shining …
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Aleister Crowley . Oh, to be there , my heart ! And the vesper bells awaken ; Colleges call their children ; Lakeland fades from the sight . Only the sad slow Cam like a sire with age grown heavy Wearily moves to the sea , to quicken to life at last . Blithelier I depart , to a sea of sunnier kindness ; Hours of waiting are past ; I re - quicken to love .
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…ong , and the joy in the singing , And song alone may relieve the shadowy pain . I am weary even of song , and the lyre is cold , And my heart is lead , and the world seems very old . Dusk falls on the earth , and Apollo no more comes winging His way to me now ; it may be I shall sing not again . Yet to the dream I was true , and I followed the light Till it vanished , and left me in darkness all cold and forlorn ; It may be that is the end ; I know not nor care . If these songs that were wrought in the days of my springtide are fair , Perchanc…
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…eeps , thy brave , thy handsome lad, Who sang awhile on the rolling wold , He lies deep down , in his red suit clad , He dreams with his heart that once was glad , And his mad red lips are cold . Barden Towers in a mist of rain , The trees all green and yellow and gold , A wistful gloom on the hills of pain And a tale of sadness told . 165
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… your love , The love -dark lightning of your smile , And I will seek no treasure -trove Buried in South Sea isle. The high seas of your heart shall be A new , more splendid Spanish Main ; Thereon will I set sail : for me Not gold , but greater gain . 90
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…ounts not the days. Arise ye bards, that ye quicken The pulse of our soul, that the strong In your music be stronger , the stricken Take heart in your song ! HOAR FROST. AIRIES in the night have been , T With the moon alone to see , And about the ivy's green Wrought a silver filigree ; Bound the jasmin to the wall With a flimsy , flashing wire ; Turned the pampas grasses tall Into standing tongues of fire ;
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…and waves his old majestic locks About his head . There fell upon my ear ; “ O soul contemplative of distant things , Who hast a poet 's heart , even if thy pen Be dry and barren , who dost hold love dear , Speed forth this message on the fiery wings Of stinging song to all the race of men ; That they have hope ; for we are happy here ."
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…ars back I The streets of Camden Town, I splendid in my suit of black And she divine in brown. Hers was a proud and noble face, A secret heart , and eyes Like water in a lonely place Beneath unclouded skies . A bed , a chest, a faded mat And broken chairs a few , Were all we had to grace our flat In Hazel Avenue . But I could walk to Hampstead Heath And crown her head with daisies, And watch the streaming world beneath And men with other Maisies . When I was ill and she was pale And empty stood our store , She left the latchkey on its nail And …
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…s all . THE MOUNTAINS IN WINTER . I INUTTERABLY far , and still , and high , The mountains stand against the sunset sky , O little angry heart , against your will , You must grow quiet here , and wise , and still . 41
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H . O. Meredith . IV. Then in my heart it seemed that God Stooped from his heaven and smiled on me , A patron with a kingly nod To greet his slaves aspirancy ! And the dim waves of surging thought Seemed to take substance by his grace , As when a sculptor who has wrought His passion into a marble face , All his imagination feeds From contours moulded by his skill , And the reflected glow exceeds The parent spark of mind and will . Once more all earth and heaven were strange , Strange to the sea the river flowed ; But not as on that primal chang…
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…Like a painted Nipon fan , Like a fan that 's silver rounded , For the bay is sandy bounded , Stretching to the flowery highlands Of the heart of Old Japan . Here are things that Westerns share not , Here business , time and haste compare not In the dull or in the clever With the peace of mind of man ; Here with joy in mist and glamour , Droning chant and ringing clamour , Naked children play for ever Simple games of Old Japan . 198
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… sunken face expand , I watched the life creep back from death , I made him lord of earth and men And ruler over sea and air , Within my heart I loosed again The faint and frozen springs of prayer . II . Now as God waxed so I did wane , For through the dim millennial years Back to the utter source of pain He bore me surfeited with tears . Swift from the present , back through time , Swifter than spears the keen sun throws , He bore and set me in the slime Where our first father - man arose . A hairy beast , with furtive eye , And hunger for a s…
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…phodel Or climb the blue and barren hills , Or sing in woods that smell With such hot spices of the South As mariners might sell Then my heart turns where no sun burns , To lands of glittering rain , To fields beneath low - clouded skies New - widowed of their grain , And Autumn leaves like blood and gold That strew a Gloucester lane . Oh well I know sweet Hellas now , And well I knew it then , When I with starry lads walked out But ah, for home again ! Was I not bred in Gloucestershire , One of the Englishmen ! 86
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RICHARD BUXTON . SONNET. DEAREST, if the touch of common things Can taint our love or wither , let it die . The fre' est hearted lark that soars and sings Soon after dawn amid a dew - brushed sky Takes song from love and knows well where love lies , Hid in the grass ," the dear domestic nest , The secret , splendid , common paradise . The strangest joys are not the loveliest : Passion far - sought is dead when it is found , But love that 's born of intimate common things Cries with a voice of splendour , with a sound That over stranger feeling …
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…uick and clear . We know the dance that hails the golden pinions The sun waves over an awakening earth ; We know the joy that floods the heart 's dominions At true love 's birth . Even so, the mists that roll o' er earth are riven , The spirit flashes forth from mortal sight , And , flaming through the viewless space , is given A robe of light . As when the conqueror Christ burst forth of prison And triumph woke the thunder of the spheres , So broke the soul , as newly re - arisen Beyond the years . 57
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…s is known on earth , To parents who a child have slain Before or after birth . The devil doesn 't know the cramp That settles round the heart, When yesterday was a hopeless tramp For work , and it's time to start ; In morning fog, or morning sun , You wake the silent street , And a crust of bread or stony bun Is all you have to eat . 109