Martin Farquhar Tupper Poems

In vain, O mountain, this malignant mist
Hides thy grand brow, and every wrinkle fills;
In vain these envious levelling clouds insist
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I am not old -- I cannot be old,
Though threescore years and ten
Have wasted away, like a tale that is told,
The lives of other men:
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Behold, how glorious in his regal spoil
Marcellus comes, a victor more than human!
He, mighty warrior, shall the Roman weal
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First, honour thou the immortal gods, as a law of thy being:
Next, religiously keep thine oath, and reverence heroes:
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Luck, boys, luck! - a nugget of gold
Big as my fist in the blest black mould!
Luck! - a gallon of bright yellow grains
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Guernsey! to me and in my partial eyes
Thou art a holy and enchanted isle,
Where I would linger long, and muse the while
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England, farewell! - not lightly, nor gladly,
Now, at the last, do I bid thee farewell!
Hope may be smiling, but Memory sadly
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O Spirits made perfect! How dear will ye be,
In the bright happy world, where affections are free!
Unfetter'd from all the heart-slavery here,
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Woe to us! - even the mallows, when blighted they die in the garden,
Even the pale-leav'd parsleys, and green anet crowding the meadow,
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They tell of horrors on another shore,
Injustice, thraldom, chains and goads and whips,
And human-nature smothered to the lips
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