Roden Berkeley Wriothesley Noel Poems

Methinks I hear some solemn state palaver,
Held in the grand unwall'd assembling-place,
Thatch'd with bamboos and branches, when blue morn
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TINTAGEL, from thy precipice of rock,
Thou frownest back the vast Atlantic shock!
Yet purple twilight in cathedral caves,
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Only a slave in Rome of old,
A slave for whom none cares!
Slaughtered in dungeon-deeps, and rolled
Down the Gemonian stairs;
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The manhood of our rugged coast,
Nelson's indomitable host,
Our manhood braves the raging seas,
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A LION once, a mightiest male lion,
Whom my good rifle's bullet had but maim'd,
Sprang in his wrath; one huge and ponderous paw,
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The merry-go-round, the merry-go-round, the merry-go-round at Fowey!*
They whirl around, they gallop around, man, woman, and girl, and boy;
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The merry-go-round, the merry-go-round, the merry-go-round at Fowey!*
They whirl around, they gallop around, man, woman, and girl, and boy;
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I cannot loathe nor scorn the colour'd man;
Nor deem him far below my Master's love.
I know about the sutures of his skill;
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The sun is sinking over Africa;
And under shadowy native eaves reclines
A traveller upon a fur-strewn floor;
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In the twilight, in the twilight,
Sounding softly, sounding low,
Float some cadences enchanted,
Eerie songs of long ago.
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