When I Behold the Greatest

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And The Stars
I Want to Die While You Love Me
The Suppliant
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Youth
Eucalyptus Trees
When I Behold the Greatest
Wonder and Joy
Doubt
Her Eyes
A Last Prayer
September
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Aeglamour's Soliloquy
The Hour-Glass
How He Saw Her
Hymn to Cynthia
Hymn to the Belly
On Lucy, Countess of Bedford
Tergo Shoes
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When I behold the greatest and most wise
Fall out of heaven, wings not by pride struck numb
Like Satan's, but to gain some humbler crumb
Of pittance from penurious granaries;
And when I see under each new disguise
The same cowardice of custom, the same dumb
Devil that drove our Wordsworth to become
Apologist of kings and priests and lies;
And how a man may find in all he loathes

Contentment after all, and so endear it
By cowardly craft it grows his inmost own;--
Then I renew my faith with firmer oaths,
And bind with more tremendous vows a spirit
That, often fallen, never has lain prone.