Victorian Poetry
Final (?) Test
8 April 2004
To Christ our Lord
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I caught this morning morning's minion, king- |
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dom of daylight's dauphin, dapple-d'awn-drawn Falcon, in his riding |
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Of the r'olling level 'undern'eath him steady 'air, & str'iding |
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High there, how he rung upon the rein of a wimpling wing |
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In his ecstasy! then off, off forth on swing, |
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As a skate's heel sweeps smooth on a bow-bend: the hurl & gliding |
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Rebuffed the big wind. My heart in hiding |
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Stirred for a bird, - the achieve of, the mastery of the thing! |
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Brute beauty & valour & act, oh, air, pride, plume, here |
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Buckle! AND the fire that breaks from thee then, a billion |
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Times told lovelier, more dangerous, o my chevalier! |
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No w'onder of it: sh'eer pl'od makes pl'ough down s'illion |
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Shine, & blue-bleak embers, ah my dear, |
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Fall, g'all thems'elves, & g'ash g'old-verm'ilion. |
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Look at the stars! look, look up at the skies! |
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O look at all the fire-folk sitting in the air! |
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The bright boroughs, the circle-citadels there! |
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Down in dim woods the diamond delves! the elves'-eyes! |
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The grey lawns cold where gold, where quickgold lies! |
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Wind-beat whitebeam! airy abeles set on a flare! |
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Flake-doves sent floating forth at a farmyard scare! - |
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Ah well! it is all a purchase, all is a prize. |
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Buy then! bid then! - What? - Prayer, patience, alms, vows. |
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Look, look: a May-mess, like on orchard boughs! |
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Look! March-bloom, like on mealed-with-yellow sallows! |
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These are indeed the barn; withindoors house |
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The shocks. This piece-bright paling shuts the spouse |
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Christ home, Christ and his mother and all his hallows. |