Flow down, cold rivulet, to the sea,
Thy tribute wave deliver:
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I thought of Thee, my partner and my guide,
As being past away. -Vain sympathies!
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All Things will Die
Clearly the blue river chimes in its flowing
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MY father left a park to me,
But it is wild and barren,
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Ask me no more: the moon may draw the sea;
The cloud may stoop from heaven and take the shape,
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Humm’d like a hive all round the narrow quay,
To Francis, with a basket on his arm,
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Pellam the King, who held and lost with Lot
In that first war, and had his realm restored
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Athelstan King,
Lord among Earls,
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Beautiful city, the centre and crater of European confusion,
O you with your passionate shriek for the rights of an equal
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THE splendour falls on castle walls
And snowy summits old in story:
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While about the shore of Mona those Neronian legionaries
Burnt and broke the grove and altar of the Druid and Druidess,
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Break, break, break,
On thy cold gray stones, O Sea!
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By an Evolutionist
The Lord let the house of a brute to the soul of a man,
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Where Claribel low-lieth
The breezes pause and die,
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COME down, O maid, from yonder mountain height:
What pleasure lives in height (the shepherd sang),
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Come not, when I am dead,
To drop thy foolish tears upon my grave,
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What does little birdie say
In her nest at peep of day?
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Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
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Now fades the last long streak of snow,
Now burgeons every maze of quick
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Dedication
These to His Memory--since he held them dear,
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Faint as a climate-changing bird that flies
All night across the darkness, and at dawn
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Is it the wind of the dawn that I hear
in the pine overhead?
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Once more the Heavenly Power
Makes all things new,
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Long lines of cliff breaking have left a chasm;
And in the chasm are foam and yellow sands;
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(For Music)
What sight so lured him thro' the fields he knew
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O LOVE, Love, Love! O withering might!
O sun, that from thy noonday height
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Flower in the crannied wall,
I pluck you out of the crannies,
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Of old sat Freedom on the heights,
The thunders breaking at her feet:
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'Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white;
Nor waves the cypress in the palace walk;
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The last tall son of Lot and Bellicent,
And tallest, Gareth, in a showerful spring
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