Take, oh take those boots away, That so nearly are outworn; And those shoes remove, I pray-- Pumps that but induce the corn! But my slippers bring again, Bring again;...
King Saloman looked from his donjon bars, Where the Danube clamours through sedge and sand, And he cursed with a curse his revolting land, - With a king's deep curse of treason and wars. ...
The D'cadent was speaking to his soul - Poor useless thing, he said, Why did God burden me with such as thou? The body were enough, The body gives me all.
Have you heard of the wonderful one-hoss shay, That was built in such a logical way It ran a hundred years to a day, And then, of a sudden, it - ah, but stay, I 'll tell you what happened without delay,...
What flecks the outer gray beyond The sundown's golden trail? The white flash of a sea-bird's wing, Or gleam of slanting sail? Let young eyes watch from Neck and Point, And sea-worn elders pray,...
I will not build on yonder mount; And, should you call me to account, Consulting with myself, I find It was no levity of mind. Whate'er I promised or intended, No fault of mine, the scheme is ended;...
Mary sat musing on the lamp-flame at the table Waiting for Warren. When she heard his step, She ran on tip-toe down the darkened passage To meet him in the doorway with the news...
O Night and death, to whom we grudged him then, When in man's sight he stood not yet undone, Your king, your priest, your saviour, and your son, We grudge not now, who know that not again...
Past a dull, grey plain where a world-old grief seems to brood o'er the silent land, When the orb'd moon turns her tense, white face on the ominous waste of sand,...
HE surely must be wrong who loving fears; And does not flee when beauty first appears. Ye FAIR, with charms divine, I know your fame; No more I'll burn my fingers in the flame....
Devil's Race-Horse seems to me Strangest thing I ever saw: Up in our old maple-tree They're at home; stand rearingly, Lean of neck and long of claw. Strangest thing I ever saw. ...
Where be ye going, you Devon maid? And what have ye there i' the basket? Ye tight little fairy, just fresh from the dairy, Will ye give me some cream if I ask it?
In the midway of this our mortal life, I found me in a gloomy wood, astray Gone from the path direct: and e'en to tell It were no easy task, how savage wild That forest, how robust and rough its growth,...