Lord of
Lord of
death lying cutting
Every man at time of Death, Would fain set forth some saying that may live After his death and better humankind; For death gives life's last word a power to live, And, lie the stone-cut epitaph, remain After the vanished voice, and speak to men.
heresy
What's up is faith, what's down is heresy.
islands stories way
Not once or twice in our rough island story, The path of duty was the way to glory.
blow white world
Blow trumpet, for the world is white with May.
regret lasts dies
O last regret, regret can die!
reason photograph cameron
I can't be anonymous by reason of your confounded photographs. (To Julia Margaret Cameron)
death poetry valleys
Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred.
music sweet voice
Sweet is every sound, Sweeter thy voice, but every sound is sweet; Myriads of rivulets hurrying thro' the lawn, The moans of doves in immemorial elms, And murmuring of innumerable bees.
daughter heart littles
With a little hoard of maxims preaching down a daughter's heart.
love looks remember
Such a one do I remember, whom to look at was love.
hurt honor helping
The jingling of the guinea helps the hurt that Honor feels.
sea people broads
Broad based upon her people's will, And compassed by the inviolate sea.
law finals red
Who trusted God was love indeed And love Creation's final law Though Nature, red in tooth and claw With ravine, shrieked against his creed.
hate forgiving littles
Forgive! How many will say, forgive, and find a sort of absolution in the sound to hate a little longer!