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...like the grey o' the sea,

Like the sea that brooks no voyaging
With the winds unleashed and free,
Like the sea that he cowed at Genseret
Wi' twey words spoke' suddently.

A master of men was the Goodly Fere,
A mate of the wind and sea,
If they think they ha' slain our Goodly Fere
They are fools eternally.

I ha' seen him eat o' the honey-comb
Sin' they nailed him to the tree....Read more of this...

...ater for their wretchedness; who lie 
In outcast immolation, doomed to die
Far from clean things or any hope of cheer, 
Cowed anger in their eyes, till darkness brims 
And roars into their heads, and they can hear 
Old childish talk, and tags of foolish hymns. 

He sniffs the chilly air; (his dreaming starts),
He’s riding in a dusty Sussex lane 
In quiet September; slowly night departs; 
And he’s a living soul, absolved from pain. 
Beyond the brambled fences where he goes 
Ar...Read more of this...

...heir woes, and calm their fears he seeks; 
An Osage guide interprets while he speaks.
The vanquished captives, humbled, cowed and spent
Read in the victor's eye his kind intent.
The modern victor is as kind as brave; 
His captive is his guest, not his insulted slave.



XXVI.
Mahwissa, sister of the slaughtered chief
Of all the Cheyennes, listens; and her grief
Yields now to hope; and o'er her withered face
There flits the stealthy cunning of her race.
Then forth she steps, a...Read more of this...

...luxury that gleams
in the eyes of the Creole overseer; sinuous
paths between junipers and avocados
where human thought, cowed
since before the white man, has never
found any other light than the well
of Quich; blind; drowning in itself.
Picking berries, the guanacos
hope only for a snort to free them
from the cafetal.

Through the humid shade beneath
the giant ceibas, Indian women
in all colors crawl like ants, one
behind the other, with the load balanced
on a waking sleep. T...Read more of this...

...y.

Once my nose crawled like a snail on the glass;
my hand tingled
to burst the bubbles
drifting from the noses of the cowed, compliant fish.

My hand draws back. I often sigh still
for the dark downward and vegetating kingdom
of the fish and reptile. One morning last March,
I pressed against the new barbed and galvanized

fence on the Boston Common. Behind their cage,
yellow dinosaur steamshovels were grunting
as they cropped up tons of mush and grass
to gouge their underwo...Read more of this...

...f I but wait
It all will come out right.

Though Vice may don the judge’s gown
And play the censors’ part, 
And Fact be cowed by Falsehood’s frown
And Nature ruled by art; 
Though Labour toils through blinding tears
And idle Wealth is might, 
I know that the honest, earnest years
Will bring it all out right.

Though poor and loveless creeds may pass
For pure religion’s gold; 
Though ignorance may rule the mass
While truth meets glances cold, 
I know a law, complete, sublime, ...Read more of this...

...could with healing fare,
And pledged to poverty and prayer
Cry high above the cringing crowd:
"Ye fools! Be not Mammon cowed . . .
There are no pockets in a shroud."...Read more of this...

...at my bosom was hushed with fear
If it thought it heard its father near;
And my two wild boys would near my knee
Cling, cowed and cowering fearfully.

I 'll tell thee truth: I loved another.
His name in my ear was ever ringing,
His form to my brain was ever clinging;
Yet, if some stranger breathed that name,
My lips turned white, and my heart beat fast. 
My nights were once haunted by dreams of flame,
My days were dim in the shadow cast
By the memory of the same!
Day and nigh...Read more of this...

...e 'gipsy' written clear upon her face;
Gazing round her with her wide eyes dark, and shadow-fringed, and wild,
With the cowed suspicious glances of a persecuted race.
Then they all, with unasked question, in each other's faces peer,
For a common thought has struck them, one their lips dare scarcely say,--
Till Lord Gaston cries, impatient, 'Why regret the stately deer
When such sport as yonder offers? quick ! unleash the dogs--away!'
Then they breath'd a shout of cheering, gr...Read more of this...

...t life in empty joy, 
Slept soundly through the lonesome dark, 
And whistled early with the lark. 

In winter trenches, cowed and glum, 
With crumps and lice and lack of rum, 
He put a bullet through his brain. 
No one spoke of him again. 

You smug-faced crowds with kindling eye 
Who cheer when soldier lads march by, 
Sneak home and pray you'll never know 
The hell where youth and laughter go....Read more of this...

...go out again,’— 
These boys with old, scared faces, learning to walk. 
They’ll soon forget their haunted nights; their cowed 
Subjection to the ghosts of friends who died,— 
Their dreams that drip with murder; and they’ll be proud 
Of glorious war that shatter’d all their pride... 
Men who went out to battle, grim and glad; 
Children, with eyes that hate you, broken and mad....Read more of this...

...all Stamboul like a dog 
 Lies at the slippers curled. 
 
 To you my heroes lower 
 Those scarred ensigns none have cowed; 
 To you their turbans are depressed 
 That elsewhere march so proud. 
 
 To you Bassora offers 
 Her respect, and Trebizonde 
 Her carpets richly wrought, and spice 
 And gems, of which you're fond. 
 
 To you the Cyprus temples 
 Dare not bar or close the doors; 
 For you the mighty Danube sends 
 The choicest of its stores. 
 
 Fear y...Read more of this...

...ell was it time to seek afar
     Some refuge from impending war,
     When e'en Clan-Alpine's rugged swarm
     Are cowed by the approaching storm.
     I saw their boats with many a light,
     Floating the livelong yesternight,
     Shifting like flashes darted forth
     By the red streamers of the north;
     I marked at morn how close they ride,
     Thick moored by the lone islet's side,
     Like wild ducks couching in the fen
     When stoops the hawk upon...Read more of this...

...m single-handed till their flanks were white with foam;
He followed like a bloodhound in their track,
Till they halted, cowed and beaten; and he turned their heads for home,
And alone and unassisted brought them back.
But his hardy mountain pony he could scarcely raise a trot,
He was blood from hip to shoulder from the spur;
But his pluck was still undaunted, and his courage fiery hot,
For never yet was mountain horse a cur.

And down by Kosiosko, where the pine-clad ridges r...Read more of this...

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