Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring happy bells, across the snow:...
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Not in vain the distance beacons. Forward let us range, Let the great world spin for ever down the ringing grooves of change.
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There is sweet music here that softer falls Than petals from blown roses on the grass,...
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'The old order changeth, yielding place to new And God fulfils Himself in many ways, Lest one good custom should corrupt the world.
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As the husband is, the wife is: thou art mated with a clown,
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Till the war-drum throbbed no longer, and the battle-flags were furled...
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Authority forgets a dying king.
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So all day long the noise of battle rolled/ Among the mountains by the winter sea.
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Twilight and evening bell. And after that the dark!...
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Dear as remembered kisses after death, And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feigned...
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Battering the gates of heaven with the storms of prayer.
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Be near me when I fade away, To point the term of human strife, And on the low dark verge of life The twilight of eternal day.
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We have had enough of action, and of motion we, Rolled to starboard, rolled to larboard, when the surge was seething free,
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By night we lingered on the lawn, For underfoot the herb was dry;...
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The woods decay, the woods decay and fall, The vapours weep their burthen to the ground,...
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Sir Richard cried in his English pride, 'We have fought such a fight for a day and a night...
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No life that breathes with human breath Has ever truly longed for death.
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I wage not any feud with Death For changes wrought on form and face;...
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And on her lover's arm she leant, And round her waist she felt it fold, And far across the hills they went In that new world which is the old.
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O hark, O hear! how thin and clear, And thinner, clearer, farther going! O sweet and far from cliff and scar, The horns of Elfland faintly blowing!
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Oh for someone with a heart, head and hand. Whatever they call them, what do I care, aristocrat, democrat, autocrat, just be it one that can rule and dare not lie.
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Nor blame I Death, because he bare The use of virtue out of earth;...
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Come down, O maid, from yonder mountain height:/ What pleasure lives in height (the shepherd sang)?
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In Love, if Love be Love, if Love be ours, Faith and unfaith can ne'er be equal powers: Unfaith in aught is want of faith in all.
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Ah God! that it were possible For one short hour to see...
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Are God and Nature then at strife, That Nature lends such evil dreams?...
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His honour rooted in dishonour stood,
And faith unfaithful kept him falsely true.
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Till the war-drum throbbed no longer, and the battle-flags were furled/ In the Parliament of man, the Federation of the world.
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And the sun went down, and the stars came out far over the summer sea,/ But never a moment ceased the fight of the one and the fifty-three.
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Death is the end of life; ah, why Should life all labor be?
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