Hawthorn And Lavender
Hawthorn And Lavender
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XLIII The rain and the wind, the wind and the rain-- They are with us like a disease:They worry the heart, they work the brain, As they shoulder and clutch at the shrieking pane, And savage the helpless trees.
What does it profit a man to know These tattered and tumbling skiesA million stately stars will show, And the ruining grace of the after-glow And the rush of the wild sunrise?
Ever the rain--the rain and the wind! Come, hunch with me over the fire, Dream of the dreams that leered and grin...ned, Ere the blood of the Year got chilled and thinned, And the death came on desire!
XLIV _He made this gracious Earth a hell__With Love and Drink_. _I cannot tell__Of which he died_. _But Death was well_.
Will I die of drink? Why not?Won't I pause and think? --What?Why in seeming wise Waste your breath?Everybody dies-- And of death!
Youth--if you find it's youth Too late?Truth--and the back of truth? Straight, Be it love or liquor, What's the odds, So it slide you quicker To the gods?
XLV O, these long nights of days!All the year's baseness in the ways, All the year's wretchedness in the skies;While on the blind, disheartened seaA tramp-wind pliesCringingly and dejectedly!And rain and darkness, mist and mud, They cling, they close, they sneak into the blood, They crawl and crowd upon the brain:Till in a dull, dense monotone of painThe past is found a kind of maze, At whose every coign and crook, Broad angle and privy nook, There waits a hooded Memory, Sad, yet with strange, bright, unreproaching eyes.
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To quickly assess the difficulty of the text, read a short excerpt:
XLIII The rain and the wind, the wind and the rain-- They are with us like a disease:They worry the heart, they work the brain, As they shoulder and clutch at the shrieking pane, And savage the helpless trees.
What does it profit a man to know These tattered and tumbling skiesA million stately stars will show, And the ruining grace of the after-glow And the rush of the wild sunrise?
Ever the rain--the rain and the wind! Come, hunch with me over the fire, Dream of the dreams that leered and grin...ned, Ere the blood of the Year got chilled and thinned, And the death came on desire!
XLIV _He made this gracious Earth a hell__With Love and Drink_. _I cannot tell__Of which he died_. _But Death was well_.
Will I die of drink? Why not?Won't I pause and think? --What?Why in seeming wise Waste your breath?Everybody dies-- And of death!
Youth--if you find it's youth Too late?Truth--and the back of truth? Straight, Be it love or liquor, What's the odds, So it slide you quicker To the gods?
XLV O, these long nights of days!All the year's baseness in the ways, All the year's wretchedness in the skies;While on the blind, disheartened seaA tramp-wind pliesCringingly and dejectedly!And rain and darkness, mist and mud, They cling, they close, they sneak into the blood, They crawl and crowd upon the brain:Till in a dull, dense monotone of painThe past is found a kind of maze, At whose every coign and crook, Broad angle and privy nook, There waits a hooded Memory, Sad, yet with strange, bright, unreproaching eyes.
What to read after Hawthorn And Lavender?
You can find similar books in the "Read Also" column, or choose other free books by Henley, William Ernest, 1849-1903 to read onlineMoreLess
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