Locksley Hall Sixty Years After Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
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| Watch'd again the hollow ridges roaring into cataracts | A |
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| Wander'd back to living boyhood while I heard the curlews call | B |
| I myself so close on death and death itself in Locksley Hall | B |
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| So your happy suit was blasted she the faultless the divine | C |
| And you liken boyish babble this boy love of yours with mine | C |
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| I myself have often babbled doubtless of a foolish past | D |
| Babble babble our old England may go down in babble at last | D |
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| 'Curse him ' curse your fellow victim call him dotard in your rage | E |
| Eyes that lured a doting boyhood well might fool a dotard's age | E |
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| Jilted for a wealthier wealthier yet perhaps she was not wise | F |
| I remember how you kiss'd the miniature with those sweet eyes | F |
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| In the hall there hangs a painting Amy's arms about my neck | G |
| Happy children in a sunbeam sitting on the ribs of wreck | G |
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| In my life there was a picture she that clasp'd my neck had flown | H |
| I was left within the shadow sitting on the wreck alone | H |
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| Yours has been a slighter ailment will you sicken for her sake | I |
| You not you your modern amourist is of easier earthlier make | I |
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| Amy loved me Amy fail'd me Amy was a timid child | J |
| But your Judith but your worldling she had never driven me wild | J |
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| She that holds the diamond necklace dearer than the golden ring | K |
| She that finds a winter sunset fairer than a morn of Spring | K |
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| She that in her heart is brooding on his briefer lease of life | L |
| While she vows 'till death shall part us ' she the would be widow wife | L |
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| She the worldling born of worldlings father mother be content | M |
| Ev'n the homely farm can teach us there is something in descent | M |
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| Yonder in that chapel slowly sinking now into the ground | N |
| Lies the warrior my forefather with his feet upon the hound | N |
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| Cross'd for once he sail'd the sea to crush the Moslem in his pride | O |
| Dead the warrior dead his glory dead the cause in which he died | O |
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| Yet how often I and Amy in the mouldering aisle have stood | P |
| Gazing for one pensive moment on that founder of our blood | Q |
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| There again I stood to day and where of old we knelt in prayer | R |
| Close beneath the casement crimson with the shield of Locksley there | R |
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| All in white Italian marble looking still as if she smiled | J |
| Lies my Amy dead in child birth dead the mother dead the child | J |
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| Dead and sixty years ago and dead her aged husband now | S |
| I this old white headed dreamer stoopt and kiss'd her marble brow | S |
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| Gone the fires of youth the follies furies curses passionate tears | T |
| Gone like fires and floods and earthquakes of the planet's dawning years | U |
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| Fires that shook me once but now to silent ashes fall'n away | V |
| Cold upon the dead volcano sleeps the gleam of dying day | V |
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| Gone the tyrant of my youth and mute below the chancel stones | W |
| All his virtues I forgive them black in white above his bones | W |
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| Gone the comrades of my bivouac some in fight against the foe | X |
| Some thro' age and slow diseases gone as all on earth will go | X |
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| Gone with whom for forty years my life in golden sequence ran | Y |
| She with all the charm of woman she with all the breadth of man | Y |
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| Strong in will and rich in wisdom Edith yet so lowly sweet | Z |
| Woman to her inmost heart and woman to her tender feet | Z |
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| Very woman of very woman nurse of ailing body and mind | A2 |
| She that link'd again the broken chain that bound me to my kind | A2 |
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| Here to day was Amy with me while I wander'd down the coast | B2 |
| Near us Edith's holy shadow smiling at the slighter ghost | B2 |
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| Gone our sailor son thy father Leonard early lost at sea | C2 |
| Thou alone my boy of Amy's kin and mine art left to me | C2 |
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| Gone thy tender natured mother wearying to be left alone | H |
| Pining for the stronger heart that once had beat beside her own | H |
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| Truth for Truth is Truth he worshipt being true as he was brave | D2 |
| Good for Good is Good he follow'd yet he look'd beyond the grave | D2 |
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| Wiser there than you that crowning barren Death as lord of all | B |
| Deem this over tragic drama's closing curtain is the pall | E2 |
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| Beautiful was death in him who saw the death but kept the deck | G |
| Saving women and their babes and sinking with the sinking wreck | G |
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| Gone for ever Ever no for since our dying race began | Y |
| Ever ever and for ever was the leading light of man | Y |
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| Those that in barbarian burials kill'd the slave and slew the wife | L |
| Felt within themselves the sacred passion of the second life | L |
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| Indian warriors dream of ampler hunting grounds beyond the night | F2 |
| Ev'n the black Australian dying hopes he shall return a white | F2 |
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| Truth for truth and good for good The Good the True the Pure the Just | G2 |
| Take the charm 'For ever' from them and they crumble into dust | G2 |
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| Gone the cry of 'Forward Forward ' lost within a growing gloom | H2 |
| Lost or only heard in silence from the silence of a tomb | H2 |
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| Half the marvels of my morning triumphs over time and space | I2 |
| Staled by frequence shrunk by usage into commonest commonplace | I2 |
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| 'Forward' rang the voices then and of the many mine was one | J2 |
| Let us hush this cry of 'Forward' till ten thousand years have gone | K2 |
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| Far among the vanish'd races old Assyrian kings would flay | V |
| Captives whom they caught in battle iron hearted victors they | V |
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| Ages after while in Asia he that led the wild Moguls | L2 |
| Timur built his ghastly tower of eighty thousand human skulls | L2 |
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| Then and here in Edward's time an age of noblest English names | M2 |
| Christian conquerors took and flung the conquer'd Christian into flames | M2 |
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| Love your enemy bless your haters said the Greatest of the great | N2 |
| Christian love among the Churches look'd the twin of heathen hate | N2 |
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| From the golden alms of Blessing man had coin'd himself a curse | O2 |
| Rome of C sar Rome of Peter which was crueller which was worse | O2 |
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| France had shown a light to all men preach'd a Gospel all men's good | P |
| Celtic Demos rose a Demon shriek'd and slaked the light with blood | Q |
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| Hope was ever on her mountain watching till the day begun | J2 |
| Crown'd with sunlight over darkness from the still unrisen sun | J2 |
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| Have we grown at last beyond the passions of the primal clan | Y |
| 'Kill your enemy for you hate him ' still 'your enemy' was a man | Y |
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| Have we sunk below them peasants maim the helpless horse and drive | P2 |
| Innocent cattle under thatch and burn the kindlier brutes alive | P2 |
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| Brutes the brutes are not your wrongers burnt at midnight found at morn | Q2 |
| Twisted hard in mortal agony with their offspring born unborn | Q2 |
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| Clinging to the silent mother Are we devils are we men | R2 |
| Sweet St Francis of Assisi would that he were here again | R2 |
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| He that in his Catholic wholeness used to call the very flowers | S2 |
| Sisters brothers and the beasts whose pains are hardly less than ours | S2 |
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| Chaos Cosmos Cosmos Chaos who can tell how all will end | T2 |
| Read the wide world's annals you and take their wisdom for your friend | T2 |
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| Hope the best but hold the Present fatal daughter of the Past | D |
| Shape your heart to front the hour but dream not that the hour will last | D |
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| Ay if dynamite and revolver leave you courage to be wise | F |
| When was age so cramm'd with menace madness written spoken lies | F |
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| Envy wears the mask of Love and laughing sober fact to scorn | Q2 |
| Cries to Weakest as to Strongest 'Ye are equals equal born ' | - |
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| Equal born O yes if yonder hill be level with the flat | U2 |
| Charm us Orator till the Lion look no larger than the Cat | U2 |
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| Till the Cat thro' that mirage of overheated language loom | H2 |
| Larger than the Lion Demos end in working its own doom | H2 |
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| Russia bursts our Indian barrier shall we fight her shall we yield | V2 |
| Pause before you sound the trumpet hear the voices from the field | V2 |
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| Those three hundred millions under one Imperial sceptre now | S |
| Shall we hold them shall we loose them take the suffrage of the plow | S |
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| Nay but these would feel and follow Truth if only you and you | W2 |
| Rivals of realm ruining party when you speak were wholly true | W2 |
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| Plowmen Shepherds have I found and more than once and still could find | A2 |
| Sons of God and kings of men in utter nobleness of mind | A2 |
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| Truthful trustful looking upward to the practised hustings liar | X2 |
| So the Higher wields the Lower while the Lower is the Higher | X2 |
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| Here and there a cotter's babe is royal born by right divine | C |
| Here and there my lord is lower than his oxen or his swine | C |
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| Chaos Cosmos Cosmos Chaos once again the sickening game | Y2 |
| Freedom free to slay herself and dying while they shout her name | Y2 |
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| Step by step we gain'd a freedom known to Europe known to all | B |
| Step by step we rose to greatness thro' the tonguesters we may fall | B |
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| You that woo the Voices tell them 'old experience is a fool ' | - |
| Teach your flatter'd kings that only those who cannot read can rule | Z2 |
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| Pluck the mighty from their seat but set no meek ones in their place | I2 |
| Pillory Wisdom in your markets pelt your offal at her face | I2 |
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| Tumble Nature heel o'er head and yelling with the yelling street | Z |
| Set the feet above the brain and swear the brain is in the feet | Z |
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| Bring the old dark ages back without the faith without the hope | A3 |
| Break the State the Church the Throne and roll their ruins down the slope | A3 |
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| Authors essayist atheist novelist realist rhymester play your part | B3 |
| Paint the mortal shame of nature with the living hues of Art | B3 |
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| Rip your brothers' vices open strip your own foul passions bare | R |
| Down with Reticence down with Reverence forward naked let them stare | R |
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| Feed the budding rose of boyhood with the drainage of your sewer | X2 |
| Send the drain into the fountain lest the stream should issue pure | C3 |
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| Set the maiden fancies wallowing in the troughs of Zolaism | Y2 |
| Forward forward ay and backward downward too into the abysm | Y2 |
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| Do your best to charm the worst to lower the rising race of men | R2 |
| Have we risen from out the beast then back into the beast again | R2 |
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| Only 'dust to dust' for me that sicken at your lawless din | D3 |
| Dust in wholesome old world dust before the newer world begin | D3 |
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| Heated am I you you wonder well it scarce becomes mine age | E |
| Patience let the dying actor mouth his last upon the stage | E |
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| Cries of unprogressive dotage ere the dotard fall asleep | E3 |
| Noises of a current narrowing not the music of a deep | E3 |
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| Ay for doubtless I am old and think gray thoughts for I am gray | V |
| After all the stormy changes shall we find a changeless May | V |
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| After madness after massacre Jacobinism and Jacquerie | V |
| Some diviner force to guide us thro' the days I shall not see | C2 |
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| When the schemes and all the systems Kingdoms and Republics fall | B |
| Something kindlier higher holier all for each and each for all | B |
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| All the full brain half brain races led by Justice Love and Truth | F3 |
| All the millions one at length with all the visions of my youth | F3 |
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| All diseases quench'd by Science no man halt or deaf or blind | A2 |
| Stronger ever born of weaker lustier body larger mind | A2 |
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| Earth at last a warless world a single race a single tongue | G3 |
| I have seen her far away for is not Earth as yet so young | G3 |
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| Every tiger madness muzzled every serpent passion kill'd | H3 |
| Every grim ravine a garden every blazing desert till'd | H3 |
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| Robed in universal harvest up to either pole she smiles | I3 |
| Universal ocean softly washing all her warless Isles | I3 |
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| Warless when her tens are thousands and her thousands millions then | R2 |
| All her harvest all too narrow who can fancy warless men | R2 |
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| Warless war will die out late then Will it ever late or soon | J3 |
| Can it till this outworn earth be dead as yon dead world the moon | J3 |
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| Dead the new astronomy calls her On this day and at this hour | V |
| In this gap between the sandhills whence you see the Locksley tower | V |
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| Here we met our latest meeting Amy sixty years ago | X |
| She and I the moon was falling greenish thro' a rosy glow | X |
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| Just above the gateway tower and even where you see her now | S |
| Here we stood and claspt each other swore the seeming deathless vow | S |
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| Dead but how her living glory lights the hall the dune the grass | K3 |
| Yet the moonlight is the sunlight and the sun himself will pass | K3 |
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| Venus near her smiling downward at this earthlier earth of ours | S2 |
| Closer on the Sun perhaps a world of never fading flowers | S2 |
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| Hesper whom the poet call'd the Bringer home of all good things | L3 |
| All good things may move in Hesper perfect peoples perfect kings | L3 |
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| Hesper Venus were we native to that splendour or in Mars | M3 |
| We should see the Globe we groan in fairest of their evening stars | M3 |
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| Could we dream of wars and carnage craft and madness lust and spite | H3 |
| Roaring London raving Paris in that point of peaceful light | H3 |
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| Might we not in glancing heavenward on a star so silver fair | V |
| Yearn and clasp the hands and murmur 'Would to God that we were there' | V |
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| Forward backward backward forward in the immeasurable sea | C2 |
| Sway'd by vaster ebbs and flows than can be known to you or me | C2 |
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| All the suns are these but symbols of innumerable man | Y |
| Man or Mind that sees a shadow of the planner or the plan | Y |
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| Is there evil but on earth or pain in every peopled sphere | V |
| Well be grateful for the sounding watchword 'Evolution' here | V |
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| Evolution ever climbing after some ideal good | H3 |
| And Reversion ever dragging Evolution in the mud | H3 |
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| What are men that He should heed us cried the king of sacred song | N3 |
| Insects of an hour that hourly work their brother insect wrong | N3 |
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| While the silent Heavens roll and Suns along their fiery way | V |
| All their planets whirling round them flash a million miles a day | V |
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| Many an on moulded earth before her highest man was born | Q2 |
| Many an on too may pass when earth is manless and forlorn | Q2 |
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| Earth so huge and yet so bounded pools of salt and plots of land | H3 |
| Shallow skin of green and azure chains of mountain grains of sand | H3 |
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| Only That which made us meant us to be mightier by and by | O3 |
| Set the sphere of all the boundless Heavens within the human eye | O3 |
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| Sent the shadow of Himself the boundless thro' the human soul | P3 |
| Boundless inward in the atom boundless outward in the Whole | P3 |
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| Here is Locksley Hall my grandson here the lion guarded gate | H3 |
| Not to night in Locksley Hall to morrow you you come so late | H3 |
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| Wreck'd your train or all but wreck'd a shatter'd wheel a vicious boy | Q3 |
| Good this forward you that preach it is it well to wish you joy | Q3 |
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| Is it well that while we range with Science glorying in the Time | Y2 |
| City children soak and blacken soul and sense in city slime | Y2 |
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| There among the glooming alleys Progress halts on palsied feet | H3 |
| Crime and hunger cast our maidens by the thousand on the street | H3 |
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| There the Master scrimps his haggard sempstress of her daily bread | H3 |
| There a single sordid attic holds the living and the dead | H3 |
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| There the smouldering fire of fever creeps across the rotted floor | V |
| And the crowded couch of incest in the warrens of the poor | V |
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| Nay your pardon cry your 'forward ' yours are hope and youth but I | O3 |
| Eighty winters leave the dog too lame to follow with the cry | O3 |
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| Lame and old and past his time and passing now into the night | H3 |
| Yet I would the rising race were half as eager for the light | H3 |
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| Light the fading gleam of Even light the glimmer of the dawn | K2 |
| Aged eyes may take the growing glimmer for the gleam withdrawn | K2 |
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| Far away beyond her myriad coming changes earth will be | C2 |
| Something other than the wildest modern guess of you and me | C2 |
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| Earth may reach her earthly worst or if she gain her earthly best | H3 |
| Would she find her human offspring this ideal man at rest | H3 |
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| Forward then but still remember how the course of Time will swerve | R3 |
| Crook and turn upon itself in many a backward streaming curve | R3 |
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| Not the Hall to night my grandson Death and Silence hold their own | H |
| Leave the Master in the first dark hour of his last sleep alone | H |
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| Worthier soul was he than I am sound and honest rustic Squire | V |
| Kindly landlord boon companion youthful jealousy is a liar | V |
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| Cast the poison from your bosom oust the madness from your brain | S3 |
| Let the trampled serpent show you that you have not lived in vain | S3 |
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| Youthful youth and age are scholars yet but in the lower school | Z2 |
| Nor is he the wisest man who never proved himself a fool | Z2 |
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| Yonder lies our young sea village Art and Grace are less and less | T3 |
| Science grows and Beauty dwindles roofs of slated hideousness | T3 |
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| There is one old Hostel left us where they swing the Locksley shield | H3 |
| Till the peasant cow shall butt the 'Lion passant' from his field | H3 |
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| Poor old Heraldry poor old History poor old Poetry passing hence | T3 |
| In the common deluge drowning old political common sense | T3 |
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| Poor old voice of eighty crying after voices that have fled | H3 |
| All I loved are vanish'd voices all my steps are on the dead | H3 |
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| All the world is ghost to me and as the phantom disappears | T3 |
| Forward far and far from here is all the hope of eighty years | T3 |
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| In this Hostel I remember I repent it o'er his grave | D2 |
| Like a clown by chance he met me I refused the hand he gave | D2 |
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| From that casement where the trailer mantles all the mouldering bricks | T3 |
| I was then in early boyhood Edith but a child of six | T3 |
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| While I shelter'd in this archway from a day of driving showers | T3 |
| Peept the winsome face of Edith like a flower among the flowers | T3 |
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| Here to night the Hall to morrow when they toll the Chapel bell | U3 |
| Shall I hear in one dark room a wailing 'I have loved thee well ' | - |
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| Then a peal that shakes the portal one has come to claim his bride | H3 |
| Her that shrank and put me from her shriek'd and started from my side | H3 |
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| Silent echoes You my Leonard use and not abuse your day | V |
| Move among your people know them follow him who led the way | V |
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| Strove for sixty widow'd years to help his homelier brother men | R2 |
| Served the poor and built the cottage raised the school and drain'd the fen | R2 |
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| Hears he now the Voice that wrong'd him who shall swear it cannot be | C2 |
| Earth would never touch her worst were one in fifty such as he | C2 |
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| Ere she gain her Heavenly best a God must mingle with the game | Y2 |
| Nay there may be those about us whom we neither see nor name | Y2 |
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| Felt within us as ourselves the Powers of Good the Powers of Ill | V3 |
| Strowing balm or shedding poison in the fountains of the Will | V3 |
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| Follow you the Star that lights a desert pathway yours or mine | C |
| Forward till you see the highest Human Nature is divine | C |
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| Follow Light and do the Right for man can half control his doom | Y2 |
| Till you find the deathless Angel seated in the vacant tomb | Y2 |
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| Forward let the stormy moment fly and mingle with the Past | H3 |
| I that loathed have come to love him Love will conquer at the last | H3 |
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| Gone at eighty mine own age and I and you will bear the pall | E2 |
| Then I leave thee Lord and Master latest Lord of Locksley Hall | B |
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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