Roden Berkeley Wriothesley Noel
Roden Berkeley Wriothesley Noel Poems
|82.||Ode To England||4/22/2010|
|83.||Ah! Love Ye One Another Well!||4/22/2010|
|84.||The Polish Mother: A Dramatic Monologue||4/22/2010|
|85.||The Death Of Livingstone||4/22/2010|
|88.||Ballad Of The Dead Monk; Or, Brother Benedict||4/22/2010|
|91.||The Explorer In Africa||4/22/2010|
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 ...
A Song Of Nereids
Ding, dong, bell!
We breathe you a sea-spell!
While we leap into the blue,
Link hands with ours, dear mortal, do.
Away! away! away!
Our clear green waters are at play
With a wave-bewildered ray,
Where the billow-bathed shell-floor
Looks a fantasy unsure