A burning glass of burnished brass,
The calm sea caught the noontide rays,
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Ars Longa
[A Song of Pilgrimage]
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Delilah
[From a Picture]
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Aye, snows are rife in December,
And sheaves are in August yet,
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The shore-boat lies in the morning light,
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Oh! wind that whistles o'er thorns and thistles,
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Fauconshawe
[A Ballad]
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'Tis a nameless stone that stands at your head --
The gusts in the gloomy gorges whirl
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You carry, even now doth Pallas show
Her wrath, preparing buckler, car, and helm.
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The Three Friends
(From the French)
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They say that poison-sprinkled flowers
Are sweeter in perfume
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So, Maurice, you sail to-morrow, you say?
And you may or may not return
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Adieu to kindred hearts and home,
To pleasure, joy, and mirth,
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Two years ago I was thinking
On the changes that years bring forth;
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The Lord shall slay or the Lord shall save!
He is righteous whether He save or slay --
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Across the trackless seas I go,
No matter when or where,
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Borrow'd Plumes
[A Preface and a Piracy]
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Oh! the sun rose on the lea, and the bird sang merrilie,
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They are rhymes rudely strung with intent less
Of sound than of words,
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With short, sharp violent lights made vivid,
To the southward far as the sight can roam,
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ALL is over! fleet career,
Dash of greyhound slipping thongs,
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We severed in Autumn early,
Ere the earth was torn by the plough;
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IN Collins Street standeth a statute tall,
A statue tall, on a pillar of stone,
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"A Valentine" Though I have loved you well, I ween,
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"Turn out, boys!" — "What's up with our super. to-night? The man's mad — Two hours to daybreak I'd swear —
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"You have the Pyrrhic dance as yet, Where is the Pyrrhic phalanx gone?
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'Tis a wicked world we live in;
Wrong in reason, wrong in rhyme;
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'TWAS midst the battle's echoing din
And the cannon's thundering roar,
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A Lay of the Loamshire Hunt Cup
"Aye, squire," said Stevens, "they back him at evens;
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A man is independent of the world,
And little recks of strife or angry brawl,
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