Nature teaches us our tongue again And the swift sentences came pat. I came Into cool night rescued from rainy dawn. And I seethed with language, Henry at Harfleur and Agincourt came apt for war...
To spring belongs the violet, and the blown Spice of the roses let the summer own. Grant me this favor, Muse--all else withhold-- That I may not write verse when I am old. ...
In vaults of fathomless obscurity Where Destiny has sentenced me for life; Where cheerful rosy beams may never shine; Where, living with that sullen hostess, Night, ...
Reader, have you ever breathed deeply, with slow savour and intoxicated sense, a church's saturating grain of incense, or the long-lasting musk in a sachet?
When in this room I turn in pondering pace And find thine eyes upon me where I stand, Led on, as by Enemo's silken strand, I come and gaze and gaze upon thy face. ...
Wise men I hold those rakes of old Who, as we read in antique story, When lyres were struck and wine was poured, Set the white Death's Head on the board - Memento mori. ...
Rome never looks where she treads. Always her heavy hooves fall On our stomachs, our hearts or our heads; And Rome never heeds when we bawl. Her sentries pass on, that is all,...
I strolled last eve across the lonely down; One solitary picture struck my eye: A distant ploughboy stood against the sky - How far he seemed above the noisy town!
What made my heart, at Newstead, fullest swell? 'Twas not the thought of Byron, of his cry Stormily sweet, his Titan agony; It was the sight of that Lord Arundel ...
Stranger! mark this lovely scene, When the evening sets serene, And starting o'er the silent wood, The last pale sunshine streaks the flood, And the water gushing near...
So you're going to give up flirtation, my dear, And lead a life sober and quiet? There, there, I don't doubt the intention's sincere. But wait till occasion shall try it. Is Ramsay engaged?...
Oh I'll be chewing salted horse and biting flinty bread, And dancing with the stars to watch, upon the fo'c's'le head, Hearkening to the bow-wash and the welter of the tread...
I do not look for holy saints to guide me on my way Or male and female devilkins to lead my feet astray. If these are added I rejoice, if not, I shall not mind...
Oh! I know a certain woman who is reckoned with the good, But she fills me with more terror than a raging lion could. The little chills run up and down my spine whene'er we meet,...
When a dream is born in you With a sudden clamorous pain, When you know the dream is true And lovely, with no flaw nor stain, O then, be careful, or with sudden clutch...
THE TURN Brave infant of Saguntum, clear Thy coming forth in that great year, When the prodigious Hannibal did crown His rage with razing your immortal town. Thou looking then about,...
I cannot eat my porridge, I weary of my play; No longer can I sleep at night, No longer romp by day! Though forty pounds was once my weight, I'm shy of thirty now; I pine, I wither and I fade...
Part fenced by man, part by a rugged steep That curbs a foaming brook, a Grave-yard lies; The hare's best couching-place for fearless sleep; Which moonlit elves, far seen by credulous eyes,...