Roden Berkeley Wriothesley Noel

(1834-1894 / England)

Roden Berkeley Wriothesley Noel Poems

81. Savage Life 4/22/2010
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
86. Beethoven 4/22/2010
87. Byron's Grave 4/22/2010
88. Ballad Of The Dead Monk; Or, Brother Benedict 4/22/2010
89. Sea Slumber-Song 4/22/2010
90. Pan 4/22/2010
91. The Explorer In Africa 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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