Category: Poetry
Had I the power To cast a bell that should from some grand tower, At the first Christmas hour, Out-ring, And fling A jubilant message wide, The forgèd metals should be thus allied;-- No iron Pride, But soft Humility and rich-veined Hope Cleft from a sunny slope, And there shou...
Had I the power To cast a bell that should from some grand tower, At the first Christmas hour, Out-ring, And fling A jubilant message wide, The forgèd metals should be thus alli...
2. Part 2Proud his birth as the proudest there,-- Count or baron or haughty knight, But poverty was his sorry share,-- A lonely tower on a barren height (And a wit as bright as his purse...
3. Part 3When the hale year laughed in the prime of May, And each path was a lure to the truant eye, When the south-wind sang: “Come away! Come away!” (Ah, but the blue of a vernal sky!)...