“Ring Out, Wild Bells”
Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky, The flying cloud, the frosty light: The year is dying in the night; Ring out, wild bells, and let him die. […]
Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky, The flying cloud, the frosty light: The year is dying in the night; Ring out, wild bells, and let him die. […]
You ask me, why, tho’ ill at ease, Within this region I subsist, Whose spirits falter in the mist, And languish for the purple seas. […]
Break, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, O Sea! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me. […]
They wrought a work which Time reveres, A pure example to the lands, Further and further reaching hands, Forever into coming years; They worshipt Freedom for her sake; We faint unless the wanton ear Be tickled with the loud "hear, hear," To which the slight-built hustings shake; For where he is, the citizen, Deep-hearted, moderate, [...]
Of old sat freedom on the heights, The thunders breaking at her feet; Above her shook the starry lights; She heard the torrents meet. […]
It little profits that an idle king, By this still hearth, among these barren crags, Match'd with an aged wife, I mete and dole Unequal laws unto a savage race, That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me. I cannot rest from travel: I will drink Life to the lees: All times I [...]