NOT drowsihood and dreams and mere idless,
Nor yet the blessedness of strength regained,
Alone are in what men call sleep. The past,
My unsuspected soul, my parentsâ?? voice, ...
I SAW a picture once by Angelo.
â??Unfinished,â? said the critic; â??done in youth;â?
And that was all, no thought of praise, forsooth!
He was informed, and doubtless it was so. ...
THE RIVER widens to a pathless sea
Beneath the rain and mist and sullen skies.
Look out the window; â??t is a gray emprise,
This piloting of massed humanity ...
UNCONQUERABLY, men venture on the quest
And seek an ocean amplitude unsailed,
Cold, virgin, awful. Scorning ease and rest,
And heedless of the heroes who have failed, ...
I thought to do a deed of chivalry,
An act of worth, which haply in her sight
Who was my mistress should recorded be
And of the nations. And, when thus the fight
Faltered and men once bold with faces white
Turned this and that way in excuse to flee,
I only stood, and by the foeman's might
Was overborne and mangled cruelly.
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