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...Once, when I wandered in the woods alone, 
An old man tottered up to me and said, 
“Come, friend, and see the grave that I have made 
For Amaryllis.” There was in the tone 
Of his complaint such quaver and such moan
That I took pity on him and obeyed, 
And long stood looking where his hands had laid 
An ancient woman, shrunk to skin and bone. 

Far out beyond the forest I could hear 
The calling of loud progres...Read more of this...

...arlessly dared
force of the foe. Fain, too, were I
hadst thou but seen himself, what time
the fiend in his trappings tottered to fall!
Swiftly, I thought, in strongest gripe
on his bed of death to bind him down,
that he in the hent of this hand of mine
should breathe his last: but he broke away.
Him I might not -- the Maker willed not --
hinder from flight, and firm enough hold
the life-destroyer: too sturdy was he,
the ruthless, in running! For rescue, however,
h...Read more of this...

...as grim:
"Please let me help you, sir," he begged.

I could not shake the fellow off,
So let him shoulder my valise;
He tottered with a racking cough
That did not give him any peace.
He lagged so limply in my wake
I made him put the burden down,
Saying: "A taxi I will take,"
And grimly gave him half-a-crown.

Poor devil! I am sure he had
Not eaten anything that day;
His eyes so hungrily were glad,
Although his lips were ashen grey.
He vanished in the callous crowd,
Then when ...Read more of this...

...groans,
And crunching, as of broken bones,
And dreadful shrieks, when, worst of all,
The house itself began to fall!
It tottered, shuddering to and fro,
Then crashed into the street below-
Which happened to be Savile Row.

When help arrived, among the dead
Were Cousin Mary, Little Fred,
The Footmen (both of them), the Groom,
The man that cleaned the Billiard-Room,
The Chaplain, and the Still-Room Maid.
And I am dreadfully afraid
That Monsieur Champignon, the Chef,
Will now be...Read more of this...

...mist
Of my regret hung not on all the land,
And I was glad for thee,
And glad for me, I wist.

Thou didst not know, who tottered, wandering on high,
That fate had made thee for the pleasure of the wind,
With those great careless wings,
Nor yet did I.

And there were othe rthings:
It seemed God let thee flutter from his gentle clasp:
Then fearful he had let thee win
Too far beyond him to be gathered in,
Santched thee, o'ereager, with ungentle gasp.

Ah! I remember me
How once ...Read more of this...

...To my ninth decade I have tottered on, 
And no soft arm bends now my steps to steady; 
She, who once led me where she would, is gone, 
So when he calls me, Death shall find me ready....Read more of this...

...ces at Oxford which shut us out then petered out

During the six years in India, studying Bengali at Shantiniketan.

He tottered from the plane, penniless and unshaven,

To hide away in the seediest bedsit Beeston could boast

Where night turned to day and vaguely he applied 

For jobs as clerk and court usher and drank in pubs with yobs.

When the crisis came – "I feel my head coming off my body’ –

I was ready and unready, making the necessary calls

To get a bed, to keep h...Read more of this...

...arm, 
Whose hardened eyes grew moist the while
To meet his mute and faded smile
And hear his words of kind farewell,
He tottered forth from his damp cell.
Many had never wept before,
From whom fast tears then gushed and fell;
Many will relent no more,
Who sobbed like infants then; ay, all
Who thronged the prison's stony hall,
The rulers or the slaves of law, 
Felt with a new surprise and awe
That they were human, till strong shame
Made them again become the same.
The prison b...Read more of this...

...after age, so old 
The King himself had fears that it would fall, 
So strange, and rich, and dim; for where the roofs 
Tottered toward each other in the sky, 
Met foreheads all along the street of those 
Who watched us pass; and lower, and where the long 
Rich galleries, lady-laden, weighed the necks 
Of dragons clinging to the crazy walls, 
Thicker than drops from thunder, showers of flowers 
Fell as we past; and men and boys astride 
On wyvern, lion, dragon, griffin, swan,...Read more of this...

...ldren's mirth 
 Loud through the livelong day. 
 
 So, if my hap it be to see once more 
 Those scenes my footsteps tottered in before, 
 An infant follower in Napoleon's train: 
 Rodrigo's holds, Valencia and Leon, 
 And both Castiles, and mated Aragon; 
 Ne'er be it mine, O Spain! 
 
 To pass thy plains with cities scant between, 
 Thy stately arches flung o'er deep ravine, 
 Thy palaces, of Moor's or Roman's time; 
 Or the swift makings of thy Guadalquiver, 
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...from the fight, 
Stare up at caverned darkness winking white.

You in the bomb-scorched kilt, poor sprawling Jock, 
You tottered here and fell, and stumbled on, 
Half dazed for want of sleep. No dream would mock 
Your reeling brain with comforts lost and gone. 
You did not feel her arms about your knees,
Her blind caress, her lips upon your head. 
Too tired for thoughts of home and love and ease, 
The road would serve you well enough for bed....Read more of this...

...And for Oweenee, the faithful! 
Strangely, too, was she transfigured. 
Changed into a weak old woman, 
With a staff she tottered onward, 
Wasted, wrinkled, old, and ugly! 
And the sisters and their husbands 
Laughed until the echoing forest 
Rang with their unseemly laughter.
"But Osseo turned not from her, 
Walked with slower step beside her, 
Took her hand, as brown and withered 
As an oak-leaf is in Winter, 
Called her sweetheart, Nenemoosha, 
Soothed her with soft words o...Read more of this...

...pity and wonder, I did not fire then . . .
I have looked no more on women -- I have walked no more with men.
Nearer he tottered and nearer, with paws like hands that pray --
From brow to jaw that steel-shod paw, it ripped my face away!

"Sudden, silent, and savage, searing as flame the blow --
Faceless I fell before his feet, fifty summers ago.
I heard him grunt and chuckle -- I heard him pass to his den.
He left me blind to the darkened years and the little mercy of men.

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...ws hung a wretch,
Too sullied for the hell
To which the law entitled him.
As nature's curtain fell
The one who bore him tottered in , --
For this was woman's son.
"'Twere all I had," she stricken gasped --
Oh, what a livid boon!...Read more of this...

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