Two souls diverse out of our human sight
Pass, followed one with love and each with wonder:
The stormy sophist with his mouth of thunder,
Clothed with loud words and mantled in the might
Of darkness and magnificence of night;
And one whose eye could smite...
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Shall mine eyes behold thy glory, O my country? Shall mine eyes behold thy glory? |
It was the wild midnight,— The torrent swept the glen, ... |
From the German by Rossiter W. Raymond THE WEARY night is o’er at last! Thou,... |
The General dashed along the road His blue blouse flapped in wind and wet, |
STEADY, boys, steady! |
Good people all, of every sort, In Islington there was a man |
Because I could not stop for Death— |
Bereavement in their death to feel |
The wind got up moaning, and blew to a breeze; |