The quality folk went riding by, All in a coach and four, And pretty Annette, in a calico gown (Bringing her marketing things from town), Stopped short with her Sunday store,...
The wind it blew cold, and the ice was thick, Deeper and deeper the snowdrifts grew; A young mother lay in her cottage, sick, - Her needs were many, her comforts few....
All things can tempt me from this craft of verse: One time it was a woman's face, or worse, The seeming needs of my fool-driven land; Now nothing but comes readier to the hand...
What my name is, or where I live, or if I am that Alma Bell whose name is broached With Elenor Murray's who shall know from this? My hand-writing I hide in type, I send...
Matthew met Richard, when or where From story is not mighty clear: Of many knotty points they spoke, And pro and con by turns they took: Rats half the manuscript have ate;...
But shall we take the Muse abroad, To drop her idly on the road, And leave our subject in the middle, As Butler did his Bear and Fiddle? Yet he, consummate master, knew When to recede and where pursue:...
Richard, who now was half asleep, Roused, nor would longer silence keep; And sense like this, in vocal breath, Broke from his twofold hedge of teeth. Now if this phrase too harsh be thought,...
Almighty GOD! when round thy shrine The Palm-tree's heavenly branch we twine,[1] (Emblem of Life's eternal ray, And Love that "fadeth not away,") We bless the flowers, expanded all,[2]...
Do not, O do not use me As you have used others. Better you did refuse me: You have refused others. Better, far better hope to banish A small child than, grown old,...
Alone in crowds to wander on, And feel that all the charm is gone Which voices dear and eyes beloved Shed round us once, where'er we roved-- This, this the doom must be...
Along the hard crust of deep snows, To the secret, white house of yours, So gentle and quiet ' we both Are walking, in silence half-lost. And sweeter than all songs, sung ever,...
From off a hill whose concave womb reworded A plaintful story from a sistering vale, My spirits to attend this double voice accorded, And down I laid to list the sad-tuned tale;...
Tangled in thought am I, Stumble in speech do I? Do I blunder and blush for the reason why? Wander aloof do I, Lean over gates and sigh, Making friends with the bee and the butterfly? ...
Again, O Love! again I make lament, And, Arab-like, I pitch my summer-tent Outside the gateways of the Lord of Song. I weep and wait, contented all day long...
Come, heap the fagots! Ere we go Again the cheerful hearth shall glow; We 'll have another blaze, my boys! When clouds are black and snows are white, Then Christmas logs lend ruddy light...
I, Alphonso, live and learn, Seeing Nature go astern. Things deteriorate in kind; Lemons run to leaves and rind; Meagre crop of figs and limes; Shorter days and harder times....
Saddle and ride, I heard a man say, Out of Ben Bulben and Knocknarea, i(What says the Clock in the Great Clock Tower?) All those tragic characters ride But turn from Rosses' crawling tide,...