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The Prioress’s Tale [from Chaucer]

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“Call up him who left half told The story of Cambuscan bold.” I “O LORD, our Lord! how wondrously,” (quoth she) “Thy name in this large world is spread abroad!…

The Primrose of the Rock

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A Rock there is whose homely front The passing traveller slights; Yet there the glow-worms hang their lamps, Like stars, at various heights; And one coy Primrose to that Rock…

The Power of Armies is a Visible Thing

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The power of Armies is a visible thing, Formal and circumscribed in time and space; But who the limits of that power shall trace Which a brave People into light…

The Pet-Lamb

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A PASTORAL THE dew was falling fast, the stars began to blink; I heard a voice; it said, “Drink, pretty creature, drink!” And, looking o’er the hedge, before me I…

The Passing of the Elder Bards

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THE MIGHTY Minstrel breathes no longer, Mid mouldering ruins low he lies; And death upon the braes of Yarrow Has closed the Shepherd-poet’s eyes: Nor has the rolling year twice…

The Old Cumberland Beggar

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. I saw an aged Beggar in my walk; And he was seated, by the highway side, On a low structure of rude masonry Built at the foot of a…

The Oak Of Guernica Supposed Address To The Same

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OAK of Guernica! Tree of holier power Than that which in Dodona did enshrine (So faith too fondly deemed) a voice divine Heard from the depths of its aerial bower–…

The Oak And The Broom

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A Pastoral I HIS simple truths did Andrew glean Beside the babbling rills; A careful student he had been Among the woods and hills. One winter’s night, when through the…

The Mother’s Return

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A MONTH, sweet Little-ones, is past Since your dear Mother went away,– And she tomorrow will return; Tomorrow is the happy day. O blessed tidings! thought of joy! The eldest…