As a dare-gale skylark scanted in a dull cage
Man’s mounting spirit in his bone-house, mean house,
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Mortal my mate, bearing my rock-a-heart
Warm beat with cold beat company, shall I
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The fine delight that fathers thought; the strong
Spur, live and lancing like the blowpipe flame,
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The shepherd's brow, fronting forked lightning, owns
The horror and the havoc and the glory
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Repeat that, repeat,
Cuckoo, bird, and open ear wells, heart-springs, delightfully sweet,
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Laybrother of the Society of Jesus
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For the Visitors' Book at the Inn
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The furl of fresh-leaved dogrose down
His cheeks the forth-and-flaunting sun
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Yes. Why do we áll, seeing of a soldier, bless him? bless
Our redcoats, our tars? Both these being, the greater part,
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Strike, churl; hurl, cheerless wind, then; heltering hail
May’s beauty massacre and wispèd wild clouds grow
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The sea took pity: it interposed with doom:
‘I have tall daughters dear that heed my hand:
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What being in rank-old nature should earlier have that breath been
That hére pérsonal tells off these heart-song powerful peals?—
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Earth, sweet Earth, sweet landscape, with leavés throng
And louchéd low grass, heaven that dost appeal
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To James First Bishop of Shrewsbury on the
25th Year of his Episcopate July 28. 1876
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To what serves mortal beauty '—dangerous; does set danc-
ing blood—the O-seal-that-so ' feature, flung prouder form
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ACT I. SC. I
Enter Teryth from riding, Winefred following.
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The times are nightfall, look, their light grows less;
The times are winter, watch, a world undone:
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What shall I do for the land that bred me,
Her homes and fields that folded and fed me?—
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at a Gracious Answer
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To seem the stranger lies my lot, my life
Among strangers. Father and mother dear,
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The best ideal is the true
And other truth is none.
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To him who ever thought with love of me
Or ever did for my sake some good deed
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Teevo cheevo cheevio chee:
O where, what can tháat be?
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Sometimes a lantern moves along the night,
That interests our eyes. And who goes there?
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Thee, God, I come from, to thee go,
All day long I like fountain flow
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When will you ever, Peace, wild wooddove, shy wings shut,
Your round me roaming end, and under be my boughs?
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Wild air, world-mothering air,
Nestling me everywhere,
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A buglar boy from barrack (it is over the hill
There)—boy bugler, born, he tells me, of Irish
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To seem the stranger lies my lot, my life
Among strangers. Father and mother dear,
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Justus quidem tu es, Domine, si disputem tecum; verumtamen justa loquar ad te: quare via impiorum prosperatur?
Thou art indeed just, Lord, if I conten
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