The heights of great men reached and kept, Were not attained by sudden flight, But they, while their companions slept, Were toiling upwards in the night.
It is a great art to saunter.
Home-thoughts, from the Sea Nobly, nobly Cape Saint Vincent to the North-west died away; Sunset ran, one glorious blood-red, reeking…
Favourite When they ask me, "Who's your favourite poet?" I'd better not mention you, Though you certainly are my favourite…
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