Richard Monckton Milnes Houghton Poems

Back again, back again!
We are passing back again;
We are ceasing to be men!
Without the strife
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Dream no more that grief and pain
Could such hearts as ours enchain,
Safe from loss and safe from gain,
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Thou pleasant Island, whose rich garden--shores
Have had a long--lived fame of loveliness,
Recorded in the historic song, that framed
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A FAIR little girl sat under a tree
Sewing as long as her eyes could see;
Then smoothed her work and folded it right,
And said, "Dear work, good night, good night!"
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No parleying with themselves, no pausing thought
Of worse or better consequence, was there,
Their business was to do what Spartans ought,
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This was a fortress, firm and stout,
When there was battling round about,--
It has been deckt in gala--plight,
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Thou didst not slight with vain and partial scorn
The inspirations of our nature's youth,
Knowing that Beauty, wheresoe'er 'tis born,
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Thine was the scheme, and worthy to be thine,
O Painter--Poet! with care and regu'lar toil,
To raise those marvels from the' entombing soil
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Let him go down,--the gallant Sun!
His work is nobly done;
Well may He now absorb
Within his solid orb
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I stood by the grave of one beloved,
On a chill and windless night,--
When not a blade of grass was moved,
In its rigid sheath of white.
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