Poems with rhymes of realm

When thrifty Walpole took the helm,
And hedging came in fashion,
The March of Progress gave my realm

Sight, sound and flesh Thou leadest from time’s realm
As love strikes clear direction for the helm.

Then, from the lonely deck, the silent helm,
From the wide grandeur of the shadowy realm;

Colours and sails and helm?
There, too, you touch that port that you designed -
There, in the mid-seas' realm,

Seizes by forceful hand the helm,
Or adds an Empire to the Realm,

With the dread semblance of that warlike helm,
That nodding plume, and wreathe of various glow,
That graced the chiefs of Scotia's ancient realm?

So long as in this ocean Realm,
Victoria and her Line
Retain the heritage of the helm,

While proudly riding o'er the azure realm
In gallant trim the gilded Vessel goes;
Youth on the prow, and Pleasure at the helm;

And brightly clasping marble spear and helm,
Even thro' mid-winter, filled the solitude
With a strange smile, a glow of summer's realm.

Uncensured let them pilot at the helm,
And rule in letters, as they ruled the realm:

The poet's fancy takes from Flora's realm
Her buds and leaves to dress fictitious powers,
With the green olive shades Minerva's helm,

Love at the prow and wisdom at the helm,
August Ambassadors, who strengthen thus
Her Rule and Realm.

And of a fairy realm,
Without a foe to overthrow,
A care to overwhelm.

From the boughs of the chestnut, the oak, and the elm,
While night in yon lines of eastern pines
Preserves alone her inviolate realm

But, now, the ruler of an anchor'd realm,
She throws aside the sceptre- leaves the helm,

``I cannot don the breastplate and the helm,
To my weak waist the sword I cannot gird,
Nor in the discords that distract a Realm

And armoured Wisdom, sovran at the helm,
Through foaming furrows of the future guide
To wider empire a majestic Realm.

Thee and thine, thy crown and realm,
One last wreck shall overwhelm.

To the glade where my dear old Elm,
With head majestic and massive feet,
Rules over a grassy realm.

To yield to men the helm,
And shoots his thought by hidden nerves
Throughout the solid realm.