SERVER POEMS

The Loss Of The Eurydice

Foundered March 24. 1878

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Gerard Manley Hopkins

The Least Possible

Dear goddess of the shining shrine
Where all my votive tapers burn,
Where every gold-embroidered thought
And all my flowers of life are brought
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E. (edith) Nesbit

Maundy Thursday

Between the brown hands of a server-lad
The silver cross was offered to be kissed.
The men came up, lugubrious, but not sad,
And knelt reluctantly, half-prejudiced.
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Wilfred Owen

The Least Possible

DEAR goddess of the shining shrine
Where all my votive tapers burn,
Where every gold-embroidered thought
And all my flowers of life are brought
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Edith Nesbit

The Canon Of Aughrim

You ask me of English honour, whether your Nation is just?
Justice for us is a word divine, a name we revere,
Alas, no more than a name, a thing laid by in the dust.
The world shall know it again, but not in this month or year.
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Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

The Loss Of The Eurydice Foundered March 24. 1878

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The Eurydice - it concerned thee, O Lord:
Three hundred souls, O alas! on board,
Some asleep unawakened, all un-
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Gerard Manley Hopkins

The Drunkard And His Wife

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Each has his fault, to which he clings
In spite of shame or fear.
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Jean De La Fontaine

The Vail

Through the spectrum of ethereal plain,
lights follow the issuing wisdom train.
Spoken of by fair nymphs pointing to those beams,
the Vail of belief to adore and its waiting redeems.
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Robert Rittel