Roden Berkeley Wriothesley Noel

(1834-1894 / England)

Roden Berkeley Wriothesley Noel Poems

41. Azrael: A Dream Of Pleasure 4/22/2010
42. Pan (Extraits) 4/22/2010
43. Passion 4/22/2010
44. Poor People's Christmas 4/22/2010
45. Suspiria. Lines Addressed To H. F. B. 4/22/2010
46. That They All May Be One 4/22/2010
47. The Call Of The Caves 4/22/2010
48. The Caravan 4/22/2010
49. The Children's Grass 4/22/2010
50. The Cloud May Sail There 4/22/2010
51. The Coast Of Cornwall 4/22/2010
52. The Dance 4/22/2010
53. The Journey; And Wife's Death 4/22/2010
54. The Lifeboat 4/22/2010
55. The Lion 4/22/2010
56. The Merry-Go-Round 4/22/2010
57. The Merry-Go-Round 4/22/2010
58. The Negro 4/22/2010
59. The Nile, Africa, And Egypt 4/22/2010
60. The Old Piano 4/22/2010
61. The Pity Of It 4/22/2010
62. The Rivers 4/22/2010
63. The Sea Shall Give Up Her Dead 4/22/2010
64. The Slave-Trade 4/22/2010
65. The Spirit Of Storm 4/22/2010
66. The Stars 4/22/2010
67. The Swimmer 4/22/2010
68. The Temple Of Sorrow 4/22/2010
69. The Toy Cross 4/22/2010
70. The Two Magdalenes 4/22/2010
71. Sea Kings 4/22/2010
72. To A Child, Who Asked Me For A Poem 4/22/2010
73. To Eric From The Alps 4/22/2010
74. To My Mother 4/22/2010
75. Under The Stars 4/22/2010
76. Was It Well? 4/22/2010
77. Severn, Friend Of Keats 4/22/2010
78. Siren Bowers, And The Triumph Of Bacchus 4/22/2010
79. The Gemonian Stairs 4/22/2010
80. Tintagel 4/22/2010
Best Poem of Roden Berkeley Wriothesley Noel

The Explorer In Africa

Yet mine are higher, holier purposes;
For I will cleave this darkling continent,
As with a sword of intellectual light;
Lead these lost children to a living Father,
And tell them of a Brother who has died.
Yea, if my nature's weakness have rebell'd
Against what seems the world's indifference;
Men treading their unarduous wonted round
Of common care, oblivious of mine,
Who battle alone, afar from all; who waste,
Ignobly sinking here in sight of goal,
For bitter need of help I hoped from men,
At leisure in their calm abounding homes;
Bales for exchange or ...

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The Old

THEY are waiting on the shore
   For the bark to take them home:
They will toil and grieve no more;
   The hour for release hath come.

All their long life lies behind
   Like a dimly blending dream:
There is nothing left to bind
   To the realms that only seem.

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