As king fishers catch fire, dragonflies draw flame; As tumbled over rim in roundy wells
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Not, I'll not, carrion comfort, Despair, not feast on thee;
Not untwist -- slack they may be -- these last strands of man
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Justus quidem tu es, Domine, si disputem tecum; verumtamen justa loquar ad
te: quare via&nbs
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THE WORLD is charged with the grandeur of God.
It will flame out, like shining from shook foil;
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Look at the stars! look, look up at the skies! O look at all the fire-folk sitting in the air!
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Glory be to God for dappled things --
For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow;
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As a dare-gale skylark scanted in a dull cage,
Man's mounting spirit in his bone-house, mean house, dwells --
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Towery city |&| branchy between towers;
Cuckoo-echoing, bell-swarm{`e}d, lark charm{`e}d, rook racked,
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Félix Rándal the fárrier, O is he déad then? my dúty all énded,
Who have watched his mould of man, bigboned and hardy-handsome
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This darksome burn, horseback brown,
His rollrock highroad roaring down,
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Nothing is so beautiful as spring --
When weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush;
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I awoke in the Midsummer not to call night, in the white and the walk of the morning:
The moon, dwindled and thinned to the fringe of a finger-nail held to the
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(Felled 1879)
My aspens dear, whose airy cages quelled,
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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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My own heart let me more have pity on; let
Me live to my sad self hereafter kind,
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Summer ends now; now, barbarous in beauty, the stooks rise
Around; up above, what wind-walks! what lovely behaviour
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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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Now Time’s Andromeda on this rock rude,
With not her either beauty’s equal or
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a.
Not of all my eyes see, wandering on the world,
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God with honour hang your head,
Groom, and grace you, bride, your bed
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How lovely the elder brother’s
Life all laced in the other’s,
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Beyond Mágdalen and by the Bridge, on a place called there the Plain,
In Summer, in a burst of summertime
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Denis, whose motionable, alert, most vaulting wit
Caps occasion with an intellectual fit.
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Hark, hearer, hear what I do; lend a thought now, make believe
We are leafwhelmed somewhere with the hood
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I bear a basket lined with grass;
I am so light, I am so fair,
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Hard as hurdle arms, with a broth of goldish flue
Breathed round; the rack of ribs; the scooped flank; lank
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May is Mary's month, and I
Muse at that and wonder why:
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'The child is father to the man.'
How can he be? The words are wild.
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The poet wishes well to the divine genius of Purcell
and praises him that, whereas other musicians have
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Laybrother of the Society of Jesus
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