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...angry chase,
He steals down streets where sickly arc-lights sing,
And wanly mock his young and shameful face;
And tiny gongs with cruel fervor ring
In many a high and dreary sleeping place....Read more of this...

...ve their new masters, Civil and military dress and caps are not like those before. Straight north over mountain passes, gongs and drums ring out, Conquering the west, carts and horses, feather-hurried dispatches. The fish and dragons are still and silent, the autumn river cold, A peaceful life in my homeland always in my thoughts....Read more of this...

...s young. 
In that enormous silence, tiny and unafraid, 
Comes up along a winding road the noise of the Crusade. 
Strong gongs groaning as the guns boom far, 
Don John of Austria is going to the war, 
Stiff flags straining in the night-blasts cold 
In the gloom black-purple, in the glint old-gold, 
Torchlight crimson on the copper kettle-drums, 
Then the tuckets, then the trumpets, then the cannon, and he comes. 
Don John laughing in the brave beard curled, 
Spurning of his st...Read more of this...

...hat haunts
       Rich Pytho, worse the brain confounds,
     Not Bacchus, nor the Corybants
       Clash their loud gongs with fiercer sounds
     Than savage wrath; nor sword nor spear
       Appals it, no, nor ocean's frown,
     Nor ravening fire, nor Jupiter
       In hideous ruin crashing down.
     Prometheus, forced, they say, to add
       To his prime clay some favourite part
     From every kind, took lion mad,
       And lodged its gall in man's poor he...Read more of this...

...red, hundred years
Hear the waves as they climb the piers,
Hear the howl of the silver seas,
Hear the thunder.
Hear the gongs of holy China
How the waves and tunes combine
In a rhythmic clashing wonder,
Incantation old and fine:
`Dragons, dragons, Chinese dragons,
Red fire-crackers, and green fire-crackers,
And dragons, dragons, Chinese dragons.'"

Then the lady, rosy-red,
Turned to her lover Chang and said:
"Dare you forget that turquoise dawn
When we stood in our mist-hung ...Read more of this...

...low.
"When the fire-dreams come,
The wise dreams go."
BUT HIS CRY IS DROWNED 
BY THE PROUD BAND-MASTER. 

And now great gongs whang, 
Sharper, faster, 
And kettledrums rattle 
And hide the shame 
With a swish and a swirk 
In dead love's name.
Red and crimson
And scarlet and rose
Magical poppies
The sweethearts bloom.
The scarlet stays
When the rose-flush goes,
And love lies low
In a marble tomb.
"'Tis the
NIGHT
Of doom,"
Call the ding-dong doom-bells.
"NIGHT
Of Doom,"
Call th...Read more of this...

...myriad ears 
Away from the fiendish clamour of Indian gods, 
One man preaching the truth against the huge 
Bray of the gongs and horns of the Indian priests! 
A cup of wine poured in the sea were not 
More surely lost in the green and brackish depths, 
Than the fire and fragrance of my doctrine poured 
Into that multitudinous pond of men, 
India. -- Shipman! Master of the ship! -- 
I have thought better of this journey; now 
I find I am not meant to go. 

Captain Not meant? ...Read more of this...

...the tempest, when the slivered pine-trees fall,
 When the blinding, blaring rain-squalls lash and veer,
Through the war-gongs of the thunder rings a voice more loud than all--
 It is Fear, O Little Hunter, it is Fear! 
Now the spates are banked and deep; now the footless boulders leap--
 Now the lightning shows each littlest leaf--rib clear--
But thy throat is shut and dried, and thy heart against thy side 
 Hammers: Fear, O Little Hunter--this is Fear!...Read more of this...

...lush,
Through looming granite canyons of glitter, noise, and rush.
Are you sick of phones and tickers and crazing cable gongs,
Of the theatres, the hansoms, and the breathless Broadway throngs,
Of Flouret's and the Waldorf and the chilly, drizzly Park,
When there's hardly any morning and five o'clock is dark?
I know where there's a city, whose streets are white and clean,
And sea-blue morning loiters by walls where roses lean,
And quiet dwells; that's Nassau, beside her cream...Read more of this...

...
White dressing-gown, the good child's writing-desk 
And passionate cold feet
Summoning music of the night - tumbrils, gongs
And gamelans - with one neat pen, one candle
Puttering its life out hour by hour. 
Is "Tell Him I love him" never a good idea? You can't wish this
Unlived - this world on fire, on storm 
Alert, till the shepherd's song 
Outside, some hyper-active yellowhammer, bulbul,
Wren, amplified in hills and woods, tell her to bestow 
A spot of notice on the dawn....Read more of this...

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