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Nor toil for title, place, or touch
Of pension, neither count on praise :
It grows to guerdon after-days : Nor deal in watch-words overmuch ; Not clinging to some ancient saw ;
Not master'd by some modern term ;
Not swift nor slow to change, but firm : And in its season bring the law; That from Discussion's lip may fall
With Life, that, working strongly, binds
Set in all lights by many minds,
And moist and dry, devising long,
Thro' many agents making strong,
Our being, lest we rust in ease.
We all are changed by still degrees,
To ingroove itself with that, which flies,
And work, a joint of state, that plies
For all the past of Time reveals
A bridal dawn of thunder-peals, Wherever Thought hath wedded Fact. Ev'n now we hear with inward strife
A motion toiling in the gloom
The Spirit of the years to come Yearning to mix himself with Life. A slow-develop'd strength awaits
Completion in a painful school;
Phantoms of other forms of rule, New Majesties of mighty StatesThe warders of the growing hour,
But vague in vapour, hard to mark ;
And round them sea and air are dark With great contrivances of Power.
Of many changes, aptly join'd,
Is bodied forth the second whole.
Regard gradation, lest the soul
And heap their ashes on the head ;
To shame the boast so often made,
Drive men in manhood, as in youth,
To follow flying steps of Truth
Must ever shock, like armed foes,
And this be true, till Time shall close,
To hold his hope thro' shame and guilt,
But with his hand against the hilt, Would pace the troubled land, like Peace; Not less, tho' dogs of Faction bay,
Would serve his kind in deed and word,
Certain, if knowledge bring the sword, That knowledge takes the sword awayWould love the gleams of good that broke
From either side, nor veil his eyes :
And if some dreadful need should rise Would strike, and firmly, and one stroke : To-morrow yet would reap to-day, ,
As we bear blossom of the dead;
Earn well the thrifty months, nor wed Raw Haste, half-sister to Delay. (1853)
Her rags scarce held together;
And it was windy weather.
He held a goose upon
He utter'd rhyme and reason, “Here, take the goose, and keep you warm,
It is a stormy season.
A goose-'twas no great matter.
With cackle and with clatter.
And ran to tell her neighbours;
And rested from her labours.
Grew plump and able-bodied; Until the grave churchwarden doffd, ,
The parson smirk'd and nodded. So sitting, served by man and maid,
She felt her heart grow prouder :
It clack'd and cackled louder.
It stirr'd the old wife's mettle :
And hurl'd the pan and kettle. “A quinsy choke thy cursed note !"
Then wax'd her anger stronger. “Go, take the goose, and wring her throat,
I will not bear it longer.”
Ran Gaffer, stumbled Gammer,
And fill'd the house with clamour.
They flounder'd all together,
And it was windy weather :
He utter'd words of scorning ;
It is a stormyy morning.”
The wild wind rang from park and plain,
And round the attics rumbled,
And half the chimneys tumbled.
The blast was hard and harder.
cap blew off, her gown blew up,
Her household fled the danger,
And God forget the stranger !” (1853)
While all the neighbours shoot thee round,
I keep smooth plats of fruitsul ground,
Are thine ; the range of lawn and park :
The unnetted black-hearts ripen dark,
Thy sole delight is, sitting still,
With that gold dagger of thy bill
Cold February loved, is dry :
Plenty corrupts the melody
Now thy flute-notes are changed to coarse,
I hear thee not at all, or hoarse
While yon sun prospers in the blue,
Shall sing for want, ere leaves are new,
Caught in the frozen palms of Spring.
ENGLISH IDYLLS AND OTHER
TO THE QUEEN
To one of less desert allows
This laurel greener from the brows
That yokes with empire, yield you time
To make demand of modern rhyme
And thro’ wild March the throstle calls,
Where all about your palace-walls
For tho' the faults were thick as dust
In vacant chambers, I could trust
As noble till the latest day!
May children of our children say,
God gave her peace; her land reposed;
A thousand claims to reverence closed