Tyrese

TO THE REV. F. D. MAURICE

COME, when no graver cares employ,
God-father, come and see your boy doid)
Your presence will be sun in winter,pict
Making the little one leap for joy.

For, being of that honest few,

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Who give the Fiend himself his due,
Should eighty-thousand college-councils
Thunder Anathema,' friend, at you; eti

Should all our churchmen foam in spite
At you, so careful of the right,

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Yet one lay-hearth would give you welcome (Take it and come) to the Isle of Wight; W

Where, far from noise and smoke of town,
I watch the twilight falling brownlow model
All round a careless-order'd garden sulk
Close to the ridge of a noble downus (aubor?

You'll have no scandal while you dine, slo
But honest talk and wholesome wine,oil sol
And only hear the magpie gossip
Garrulous under a roof of pine: ns you!!

For groves of pine on either hand,
To break the blast of winter, stand;
And further on, the hoary Channel
Tumbles a billow on chalk and sand;

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To the

Rev. F. D.
Maurice

To the Where, if below the milky steep Rev. F. D. Some ship of battle slowly creep,

Maurice

And on thro' zones of light and shadow Glimmer away to the lonely deep, HHT OT

out of We might discuss the Northern sin rol Which made a selfish war begin; edit-boD

Dispute the claims, arrange the chances; Emperor, Ottoman, which shall win: M

Or whether war's avenging rod to 'gnied, „10'
Shall lash all Europe into blood; evig od 77
Till you
should turn to dearer matters, 2
Dear to the man that is dear to God; baudT

How best to help the slender store, In blund?
How mend the dwellings, of the poor soy A
How gain in life, as life advances, by
Valour and charity more and more, 11 975T)

Come, Maurice, come: the lawn as yet W
Is hoar with rime, or spongy-wet; rotow I

But when the wreath of March has blossom'd,
Crocus, anemone, violet,to opbly salt of saolƆ

Or later, pay one visit here, on sred fluo7
For those are few we hold as dear; nor
Nor but
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Many and many a happy year.ba avobrus✪

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WILL

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O WELL for him whose will is strong!
He suffers, but he will not suffer long;
He suffers, but he cannot suffer wrong:

For him nor moves the loud world's random

Nor all Calamity's hugest waves confound,

Who seems a promontory

of rock,

That, compass'd round with turbulent sound,
In middle ocean meets the surging shock,
Tempest-buffeted, citadel-crown'd.

But ill for him who, bettering not with time,
Corrupts the strength of heaven-descended Will,
And ever weaker grows thro' acted crime,
Or seeming-genial venial fault,

Recurring and suggesting still! bali
He seems as one whose footsteps halt,
Toiling in immeasurable sand,

And o'er a weary sultry land,

Far beneath a blazing vault,

Sown in a wrinkle of the monstrous hill,

The city sparkles like a grain of salt.

Will

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The Charge of the Light Brigade

THE CHARGE OF THE LIGHT

BRIGADE

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HALF a league, half a league, un
Half a league onward,
All in the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.

Forward, the Light Brigadeiro

he Charge for the guns!' he said: te rok Into the valley of Death

Rode the six hundred.

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Forward, the Light Brigade !"

Was there a man dismay'd?

Not tho' the soldier knew

Some one had blunder'd:

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Cannon to left of them,

Cannon in front of them

Volley'd and thunder'd; ad 1

Storm'd at with shot and shell,

Boldly they rode and well,

Into the jaws of Death,
Into the mouth of Hell

Rode the six hundred.

Flash'd all their sabres bare,
Flash'd as they turn'd in air,
Sabring the gunners there,
Charging an army, while

All the world wonder'd:
Plunged in the battery-smoke
Right thro' the line they broke;
Cossack and Russian

Reel'd from the sabre-stroke of

Shatter'd and sunder'd.

Then they rode back, but not

Not the six hundred. Jad

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Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,

Cannon behind them

Volley'd and thunder'd ; long to Y
Storm'd at with shot and shell,

While horse and hero fell,
They that had fought SO well
Came thro' the jaws of Death
Back from the mouth of Hell,
All that was left of them,
Left of six hundred.

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When can their glory fade?ow 10"
O the wild charge they made! 1
All the world wonder'd.

Honour the charge they made!ż
Honour the Light Brigade, noi ad T
Noble six hundred!

The Charge of the Light Brigade