The kine of my rather, they are straying from my keeping; The young goat's at mischief, but little can I do: For all through the night did I hear the Banshee keening;...
Among the sons of Englishmen Full many feel like real tears, For, though he reigned but scarcely ten, He bore the burden many years. He lived the dead past doubly down,...
"Farewell, Romance!" the Cave-men said; "With bone well carved He went away, Flint arms the ignoble arrowhead, And jasper tips the spear to-day. Changed are the Gods of Hunt and Dance,...
They rode right out of the morning sun - A glimmering, glittering cavalcade Of knights and ladies and every one In princely sheen arrayed; And the king of them all, O he rode ahead,...
A blown white bubble buoyed zenith-ward, Up from the tremulous East the round moon swung Mist-murky, and the unsocial stars that thronged, Hot with the drought, thick down the empty West,...
Oh, Scotty, have you visited the Picture Gallery, And did you see the portraits of the King and Queen and me? The portraits made by Longstaff, and the pictures done by Jack,...
After His Realms and States were moved To bare their hearts to the King they loved, Tendering themselves in homage and devotion, The Tide Wave up the Channel spoke To all those eager, exultant folk:...
Now we are come to our Kingdom, And the State is thus and thus; Our legions wait at the Palace gate, Little it profits us. Now we are come to our Kingdom!
In the dawn of the day when the sea and the earth Reflected the sunrise above, I set forth with a heart full of courage and mirth To seek for the Kingdom of Love. I asked of a Poet I met on the way...
It was the Rainbow gave thee birth, And left thee all her lovely hues; And, as her mother's name was Tears, So runs it in thy blood to choose For haunts the lonely pools, and keep...
Aye, lay him in his grave, the old dead year! His life is lived--fulfilled his destiny. Have you for him no sad, regretful tear To drop beside the cold, unfollowed bier?...
The story of Frederick Gowler, A mariner of the sea, Who quitted his ship, the Howler, A-sailing in Caribbee. For many a day he wandered, Till he met in a state of rum...
In that eclipse of noon when joy was hushed Like the bird's song beneath unnatural night, And Terror's footfall in the darkness crushed The rose imperial of our delight,...
He is coming! He is coming! without heralds, without cheers. He is coming! He is coming! and he's been with us for years: And, if you should pause to wonder who's the man of whom I sing,...
The Voice of song from distant lands shall call To that great King; shall hail the crowned Youth Who, taking counsel of unbending Truth, By one example hath set forth to all...
As a shadow He flew, but sorrow and wail Came up from his path, like the moan of the gale. His quiver was full, though his arrows fell fast As the sharp hail of winter when urged by the blast....