I wind about, and in and out, - With here a blossom sailing, - And here and there a lusty trout, - And here and there a grayling.
We cannot be kind to each other here for even an hour. We whisper, and hint, and chuckle and grin at our brother's shame; however you take it we men are a little breed.
There is no land like England, Where'er the light of day be; There are no hearts like English hearts, Such hearts of oak as they be; There is no land like England, Where'er the light of day be: There are no men like Englishmen, So tall and bold as they be! And these will strike for England, And man and maid be free To foil and spoil the tyrant Beneath the greenwood tree.
How fares it with the happy dead?
Here about the beach I wandered, nourishing a youth sublime With the fairy tales of science, and the long result of Time.
Sweet is every sound, sweeter the voice, but every sound is sweet.
Short swallow-flights of song, that dip Their wings in tears, and skim away.
The Gods themselves cannot recall their gifts.
Yet is there one true line, the pearl of pearls: Man dreams of Fame while woman wakes to love.
As the husband is the wife is; thou art mated with a clown, As the grossness of his nature will have weight to drag thee down.
Half the night I waste in sighs, Half in dreams I sorrow after The delight of early skies; In a wakeful dose I sorrow For the hand, the lips, the eyes, For the meeting of the morrow, The delight of happy laughter, The delight of low replies.
And what delights can equal those That stir the spirit's inner deeps, When one that loves but knows not, reaps A truth from one that loves and knows?
Yet all experience is an arch wherethrough Gleams that untraveled world whose margin fades Forever and forever when I move. How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust unburnished, not to shine in use! As though to breathe were life!
Science grows and Beauty dwindles.
Let knowledge grow from more to more, But more of reverence in us dwell; That mind and soul, according well, May make one music as before, But vaster.
The long day wanes; the slow moon climbs the deep.
I am going a long way With these thou seëst-if indeed I go (For all my mind is clouded with a doubt)- To the island-valley of Avilion, Where falls not hail or rain or any snow, Nor ever wind blows loudly; but it lies Deep-meadow'd, happy, fair with orchard lawns And bowery hollows crown'd with summer sea, Where I will heal me of my grievous wound.
That loss is common would not make My own less bitter, rather more: Too common! Never morning wore To evening, but some heart did break.
Twilight and evening bell, And after that the dark! And may there be no sadness of farewell, When I embark; For though from out our bourne of Time and Place The flood may bear me far, I hope to see my Pilot face to face When I have crossed the bar.
Of love that never found his earthly close, What sequel? Streaming eyes and breaking hearts; Or all the same as if he had not been?
Arise, go forth, and conquer as of old.
The sin That neither God nor man can well forgive.
Let the great world spin for ever down the ringing grooves of change.
One so small Who knowing nothing knows but to obey.
I falter where I firmly trod, And falling with my weight of cares Upon the great world's altar-stairs That slope thro' darkness up to God, I stretch lame hands of faith, and grope, And gather dust and chaff, and call To what I feel is Lord of all, And faintly trust the larger hope.
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