SPRING
... 1 When the white hands of April are fillable With blossoms that odorous are, When the cuckoo's delicious dissyllable Is heard in the woodlands afar When the clouds, as if Phcebus had chidden 'e ...
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AN INVOCATION
... AN INVOCA TION Take me away with you, Fancy dear, Out of this pestilent atmosphere Where people are wasting lives to see What can be made out of s. d. Take me and hurry me leagues away Anywhere, anywh ...
SONNETS
... I. I SING of Love, that has been sung before I tell the oldest tale of all the world But, new or old, I sing yet more and more, For passion's force within the heart once hurl'd, Can but be sta ...
In Memoriam
... |(n t$£ 111 nr. tu nt JUNE 9, 1870 For that is not a common chance That takes away a noble mind. Tennyson. Ah sad for England that she mourns to-day The genial tender heart, the master mind That spe ...
ASCOT
... A ROAD overcrowded and dusty, A capital place near the Stand On the Downs where the breezes are gusty, Recognitions and shakes of the hand, A ripple of light conversation Just flavoured with sla ...
LE RHIN ALLEMAND
... LE RHIN ALLEM. AND We borrow from the Globe a translation of Alfred de Musset's well-known song, Le Rhin Allemand, which is sung with intense enthusiasm by the French populace in this moment of wil ...
THE GERMAN FATHERLAND
... (by moritz arndt) Where is the Gennan Fatherland? On Swabian soil, or Prussia's strand Is it beside the sunny Rhine, Whose clustering grapes yield golden wine Or is it on the Bal ...
A BALLAD OF GOODWOOD
... 'TlS merry, 'tis merry, at green Goodwood In the glorious summer weather, When the sky is blue and the clouds are few And the bloom lies on the heather, And the ladies, in raiment ...
MARS IN PARIS
... We borrow this spirited little ballad from the Bath and Cheltenham Gazette I'M a soldier! a soldier! since yesterday week, With joy and excitement I scarcely can speak; My tunic is short ...
BEFORE THE ATTACK
... Patience, O comrades, the time will come When the signal gun shall flash, Arid the blare of bugle and roll of drum Shalljoin with the rifle's crash. Then the ranks of the foe shall b ...
GOING TO THE REAR
... The roaring of the guns is stilled, the strife Amid the peaceful orchards and the vines Those scenes of happy rural life, Down-trodden by our lines Has onward rolled and victory is o ...
ANGELS OF MERCY: A HARVEST HYMN FOR 1870
... ANGELS OF MERCY A HARVEST HYMN FOR 1 870 Fair moon, that o'er the golden grain Dost shed thy frost-like light On many a field of woe and pain Thou lookest down to-night. Amid the whispers of the grass ...