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  • All night they marched, the infantrymen under pack,
    But the hands gripping the rifles were naked bone
    18 lines
  • I rained quite a lot, that spring. You woke in the morning
    And saw the sky still clouded, the streets still wet,
    99 lines, 1 comment
  • We had expected everything but revolt
    And I kind of wonder myself when they started thinking--
    79 lines, 1 comment
  • "FROM Belton Castle to Solway side,
    Hard by the bridge, is three days' ride."
    133 lines
  • My mind’s a map. A mad sea-captain drew it
    Under a flowing moon until he knew it;
    26 lines
  • Ah, did you once see Shelley plain?" -- Browning.
    "Shelley? Oh, yes, I saw him often then
    43 lines
  • I flung my soul to the air like a falcon flying. 
    I said, “Wait on, wait on, while I ride below! 
    42 lines
  • Eternally the choking steam goes up
    From the black pools of seething oil. . . .
    67 lines
  • (A Pharaoh Speaks.)
    I said, "Why should a pyramid
    21 lines
  • The last pose flickered, failed. The screen's dead white
    Glared in a sudden flooding of harsh light
    30 lines
  • I shall go away
    To the brown hills, the quiet ones,
    58 lines
  • Soup should be heralded with a mellow horn,
    Blowing clear notes of gold against the stars;
    14 lines, 1 comment
  • Black trees against an orange sky,
    Trees that the wind shook terribly,
    184 lines
  • Gods, what a black, fierce day! The clouds were iron,
    Wrenched to strange, rugged shapes; the red sun winked
    54 lines
  • There is darkness behind the light -- and the pale light drips
    Cold on vague shapes and figures, that, half-seen loom
    20 lines
  • He lay within a warm, soft world
    Of motion. Colors bloomed and fled,
    55 lines, 1 comment
  • He woke up with a sick taste in his mouth
    And lay there heavily, while dancing motes
    45 lines
  • The grey gulls drift across the bay
    Softly and still as flakes of snow
    56 lines
  • The moon, a sweeping scimitar, dipped in the stormy straits,
    The dawn, a crimson cataract, burst through the eastern gates,
    37 lines, 1 comment
  • Next, then, the peacock, gilt
    With all its feathers. Look, what gorgeous dyes
    60 lines
  • After the whipping he crawled into bed,
    Accepting the harsh fact with no great weeping.
    24 lines
  • Well, I was tired of life; the silly folk,
    The tiresome noises, all the common things
    24 lines
  • (For G. H.)
    Say, does that stupid earth
    57 lines
  • It was not when temptation came,
    Swiftly and blastingly as flame,
    35 lines
  • (For D. M. C.)
    The little man with the vague beard and guise
    15 lines
  • My friend went to the piano; spun the stool
    A little higher; left his pipe to cool;
    27 lines
  • Here, where men's eyes were empty and as bright
    As the blank windows set in glaring brick,
    16 lines
  • Perhaps we go with wind and cloud and sun,
    Into the free companionship of air;
    14 lines
  • "The College will reopen Sept. —."
    `Catalogue'.
    17 lines
  • There were not many at that lonely place,
    Where two scourged hills met in a little plain.
    14 lines
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