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All along the valley, stream that flashest white.
Source: In the Valley of the...
Battering the gates of heaven with storms of prayer.
Source: St Simeon...
A simple maiden in her flower
Is worth a hundred coats-of-arms.
Source: Lady...
And slowly answer'd Arthur from the barge:
'The old order changeth, yielding place to new,
And God fulfils...
Authority forgets a dying king.
Source: Idylls of the King, The Passing of...
All armed I ride, whate'er betide,
Until I find the holy Grail.
Source: Sir...
Be near me when my light is low,
When the blood creeps, and the nerves prick
And tingle; and the heart is...
A still small voice spake unto me,
'Thou art so full of misery,
Were it not better not to...
And the sun went down, and the stars came out far over the summer sea,
But never a moment ceased the fight of the...
Behold a man raised up by Christ.
Source: In Memoriam, 31 (Note: the stanza numbers...
All experience is an arch wherethro'
Gleams that untravelled world, whose margin fades
For ever and for ever...
Believing where we cannot prove.
Source: In Memoriam, Prologue
-- Alfred, Lord...
After it, follow it,
Follow The Gleam.
Source: Merlin and The Gleam
--...
And they blest him in their pain, that they were not left to Spain,
To the thumbscrew and the stake, for the glory...
Bury the Great Duke
With an empire's lamentation.
Source: Ode on the Death of...
An English home - gray twilight poured
On dewy pastures, dewy trees,
Softer than sleep - all things in order...
By blood a king, in heart a clown.
Source: In
All the charm of all the Muses
often flowering in a lonely word.
Source: In...
As thro' the land at eve we went,
And plucked the ripened ears,
We fell out, my wife and I,
O we fell out I...
But the churchmen fain would kill their church,/As the churches have kill'd their Christ.