Cosmo De' Medici An Historical Tragedy: And Other Poems: By Richard Hengist Horne |
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THE PLOUGH.
A LANDSCAPE IN BERKSHIRE.
Above yon sombre swell of land
Thou see'st the dawn's grave orange hue,
With one pale streak like yellow sand,
And over that a vein of blue.
Thou see'st the dawn's grave orange hue,
With one pale streak like yellow sand,
And over that a vein of blue.
The air is cold above the woods;
All silent is the earth and sky,
Except with his own lonely moods
The blackbird holds a colloquy.
All silent is the earth and sky,
Except with his own lonely moods
The blackbird holds a colloquy.
Over the broad hill creeps a beam,
Like hope that gilds a good man's brow,
And now ascends the nostril-stream
Of stalwart horses come to plough.
Like hope that gilds a good man's brow,
And now ascends the nostril-stream
Of stalwart horses come to plough.
Ye rigid Ploughmen, bear in mind—
Your labour is for future hours!
Advance—spare not—nor look behind—
Plough deep and straight with all your powers.
Your labour is for future hours!
Advance—spare not—nor look behind—
Plough deep and straight with all your powers.
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