Lord of
Lord of
believe self thorough
Thoroughly to believe in one's own self, so one's self were thorough, were to do great things.
world individual shore
Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers, and I linger on the shore, And the individual withers, and the world is more and more.
cat blue owl
I will be deafer than the blue-eyed cat, And thrice as blind as any noonday owl, To holy virgins in their ecstasies.
voice
The voice of the dead was a living voice to me.
passion men years
To love one maiden only, cleave to her, And worship her by years of noble deeds, Until they won her; for indeed I knew Of no more subtle master under heaven Than is the maiden passion for a maid, Not only to keep down the base in man, But teach high thought, and aimable words And courtliness, and the desire of fame, And love of truth, and all that makes man.
feet british staring
Gorgonised me from head to foot With a stony British stare.
race savages
I will take some savage woman, she shall rear my dusky race.
twilight order tree
An English homegrey twilight poured On dewy pasture, dewy trees, Softer than sleepall things in order stored, A haunt of ancient Peace.
beauty daughter fairs
A daughter of the gods, divinely tall, And most divinely fair.
faith strong jesus
Strong Son of God, immortal Love, Whom we, that have not seen thy face, By faith, and faith alone, embrace, Believing where we cannot prove.
sea water silence
There twice a day the Severn fills; The salt sea-water passes by, And hushes half the babbling Wye, And makes a silence in the hills.
fate men masters
Man is man, and master of his fate.
heart men land
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.
death night and-love
The night comes on that knows not morn, When I shall cease to be all alone, To live forgotten, and love forlorn.