"Miserrimus," and neither name nor date, Prayer, text, or symbol, graven upon the stone; Nought but that word assigned to the unknown, That solitary word, to separate...
Sweet Chance, that led my steps abroad, Beyond the town, where wild flowers grow - A rainbow and a cuckoo, Lord, How rich and great the times are now! Know, all ye sheep And cows, that keep...
Ah! did you ever hear the Spring Calling you through the snow, Or hear the little blackbird sing Inside its egg - or go To that green land where grass begins, Each tiny seed, to grow? ...
Let not a tear be shed! Of grief give not a token, Although the silver thread And golden bowl be broken! A warrior lived--a Christian died! Sorrow's forgotten in our pride! ...
Hear me now, my hobby-horse, my steed of prancing paces! Time is it that you and I won something more than races. I have got a fine cocked hat, with feathers proudly waving;...
Ah, hast thou gone from him whose breast Bleeds with the thought we are apart, Whose tears fall vainly and unblest, Whose all--a crushed--a broken heart!
To think to know the country and now know The hillside on the day the sun lets go Ten million silver lizards out of snow! As often as I've seen it done before I can't pretend to tell the way it's done....
Up a dark and fetid alley, where the offal and the slime Of a brave and blusterous city met its misery and crime, In a hovel reeking pestilence, and noisome as the grave,...
Bud, come here to your uncle a spell, And I'll tell you something you mustn't tell - For it's a secret and shore-'nuf true, And maybe I oughtn't to tell it to you! But out in the garden, under the shade...
Ah what avails the sceptred race, Ah what the form divine! What every virtue, every grace! Rose Aylmer, all were thine. Rose Aylmer, whom these wakeful eyes May weep, but never see,...
Ah! where is Palafox? Nor tongue no pen Reports of him, his dwelling or his grave! Does yet the unheard of vessel ride the wave? Or is she swallowed up, remote from ken Of pitying human nature? Once again...
Couentry, that do'st adorne[1] The Countrey wherein I was borne, Yet therein lyes not thy prayse Why I should crowne thy Tow'rs with Bayes: 'Tis not thy Wall, me to thee weds...
The sea is mighty, but a mightier sways His restless billows. Thou, whose hands have scooped His boundless gulfs and built his shore, thy breath, That moved in the beginning o'er his face,...
I sing the birth was born tonight, The Author both of life and light; The angels so did sound it, And like the ravished shepherds said, Who saw the light, and were afraid,...
Bacchus, let me drink no more! Wild are seas that want a shore! When our drinking has no stint, There is no one pleasure in't. I have drank up for to please Thee, that great cup, Hercules....
I sing thy praise, Iacchus, Who with thy thyrse dost thwack us: And yet thou so dost back us With boldness, that we fear No Brutus ent'ring here, Nor Cato the severe....
Thou, thou that bear'st the sway, With whom the sea-nymphs play; And Venus, every way: When I embrace thy knee, And make short pray'rs to thee, In love then prosper me. This day I go to woo;...