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Some 19th century poems, part to. My choice of the following later 19th century poems is you may think arbitrary.

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It is certainly personal. Selections from on-hold, fluff and Tennyson do reflect the thought of England or the second half of the century.

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I add the Swinburne boy. And partly because I have long been intrigued by the life of the late medieval. Or should you prefer

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early modern vagabond poet Francois veal? Matthew Arnold, Dover Beach. The sea is calm. Tonight. The tide is full.

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The moon lies fair if on the streets on the French coast, the light leaves and is gone. The cliffs of England stand glimmering

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and vast out in the tranquil bay. Come to the window. Sweet is the night air. Only from the long line of spray

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where the sea meets the moon and Blanche, silent. Listen, you'll hear the grating roar of pebbles which the waves draw back

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and fling at their return up the high strand, begin and cease. And then again begin with tremendous cadence, slow, and bring

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the eternal note of sadness in. Sophocles long ago, herded on the Agean. And it brought into his mind the turbid a ebb and flow of human misery.

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We find also in the sound a thought. Hearing it by this distance, Northern sea. The sea of faith was once too at the Fool. And around Earth shore lay like

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the folds of a bright girdle furled. But now I only hear it's melancholy, long withdrawing, roar, retreating to the breadth of the night

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when down the vast ages, rare and naked shingles of the world. Love let us be true to one another for the world which seems to lie

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before us like a land of dreams. So various, so beautiful. So nu has really neither joy nor love, nor light, nor certitude,

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no peace nor help for pain. And we are here is on a darkening plane, swept with confused a lot of struggle and flight where Ignorant Armies Clash by night.

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Author you clave, say not the struggle not available. Say not the struggle, not a valence. The labor and the wounds are vain.

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The enemy things not nor failure. And as things have been, they remain. If hopes were due. Fears may be liars.

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It may be in yon smoke, concealed. Your comrades, chase in now or the flyers. And but-for you possess the field for a while.

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The tired waves, they in late breaking seen here no painful inch to gain. Far back through Greeks and inlets making come silent flooding

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in the main and not by Eastern windows only when daylight comes, comes in the light in front, the sun climb slow.

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How slowly? But westward look, the land is bright. Alfred, Lord Tennyson, Ulysses. It little profits that an idle king

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By this still hearth among these barren crags matched with an aged wife. I meet and dole unequal laws unto

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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.

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All times I have enjoyed Greatly have suffered greatly, both with those that loved me and alone onshore.

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And when Through scudding drifts, the rainy Hyades vexed the dim sea. I am become a name for always roaming with a hungry heart.

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Much have I seen and known cities of men And manners, climates, councils, governments, myself not least

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but honored of them all. And drunk, delight of battle with my peers far on the ringing plains of windy, dry.

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I am a part of all that I have met. Yet all experience is an arch where through gleans that on traveled world whose margin

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fades forever and forever when I move. How does Lydia's to pause to make an end, to rust on unvarnished, not to shine in use as though to breathe.

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Were life, life piled on life? We're all too little. End of one to me, little remains. But every hour is saved

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from that eternal silence. Something more a bringer of new things and violate were for some three suns

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to store and hoard myself. And this gray spirit yearning in desire to follow knowledge like a sinking star

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beyond the utmost bound of human thought. This is my son, mine own Telemachus, to whom I leave the scepter and the aisle.

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Well loved me discerning to fulfill this labor by slow prudence, to make mild or rather people. And through soft degrees,

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subdue them to the useful and the good. Most blameless is he centered in the sphere of common duties. Decent not to fail in

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offices of tenderness and pay, Meet adoration to my household gods. When I am gone, he works his work.

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I mine. There lies the port. The vessel puffs her sail. Their gloom, the dark broad seas.

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My mariners souls that have toiled and wrought and thought with me that ever with a frolic welcome took the thunder and

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the sunshine and opposed free hearts, free foreheads. You and I are old age have yet to

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his honor, and these toil. Death closes all. But something ere the end, Some work of noble note may yet be done,

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not unbecoming men that strove with Gods. The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks. The long day wanes. The slow moon climbs the d.

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Rho Nolan's round with many voices. Come, my friends. It is not too late to seek a newer world. Push off and sitting well in

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order smite the sounding furrows. For my purpose holds to sail beyond the sunset and the baths of

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all the western stars until I die. It may be that the gulfs will washers. Now. It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles and see

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the great Achilles, whom we knew. Though much is taken, much abides. And though we are not now that strength in old days

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moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are one equal temper of heroic Cox, made weak by time and fate,

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but strong in will to strive to seek to find and not to yield. Crossing the Bar. Sunset and the Evening Star.

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And one clear call for me. And may there be no moaning that the bar when I put out to sea. But such a tide as moving seems

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asleep to fo for sound and info. When that, which drew from out the boundless D turns again home, twilight and the evening bell.

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And after that, the dog. And may there be no sadness, a farewell. When I embark for though from out our burn of time and place,

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the flood may bear me far. I hope, to see my pilot face to face. When I cross the bar. Algernon Charles Swinburne,

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a ballad a Francois, the bird or the bitter, bright gray gold and more scarce risen upon the dusk

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of Dilma Rush years. First of us all and sweetest singer barn, who's far shrill know the world of new men ears,

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cleave the co shuttering shaded as Twilight clears. When Song new born put off the old rules that tire and felt its tune

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on her changed lips expire. Rid foremost on the role of them that game, fresh Gert for service of the latter, liar v all our sad,

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bad, glad, mad brother's name. Unless the joy, the sorrow and the scorn that clothe die life with hopes and a CNES and fears,

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and gave these stones for bread and tears for corn. And blue pluck, jail birds for thy starving fears,

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tail, death, clip, close their flight with shameful shares. It'll shifts came shot and lows were hard to hire.

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When lilt of song nor twitch of tangling wire could buy the bread. Or cases when light theme sperm like a ball and hey, you through break.

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And Bryer, V on our SIADH, bad, glad, mad, brother's name. Brewer, splendid wings so afraid and soiled and torn.

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Poorer kind wild eyes, so dashed with light, quick tiers. Poorer, perfect voice.

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Most Bly, when most forlorn, that rings a, thwart the sea. When snowman stairs, like joy veils crossed with

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death bells in our ears, what far delight has cooled the fierce desire that like some ravenous bird was

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strong to tire on that phrase, Flesh and so consumed with flame, but left more sweet than roses to respire. Vmo, our sad, bad, glad.

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Mad brother's name. On envoy. Prince of sweet songs made out of tears and fire.

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Hall. It was thy nurse, a God, thy sire, shame, soil die song. And so as soil shame.

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But from the feet now death has washed the mire. Love reads out first at head of all our choir,

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the, all our SIADH, bad. Glad. My brother's name.