Hark, what, now loud, now low, the pining flute complains, Without tongue, yellow-cheeked, full of winds that wail and sigh; Saying, Sweetheart! the old mystery remains,--...
It was a night of smell and dew When very old things seemed how new; When speech was softest in the still Air that loitered down the hill; When the lime's sweetness could but creep...
OB-SERVE, my child, the House-hold Fly, With his ex-traor-di-na-ry eye: What-ev-er thing he may be-hold Is mul-ti-plied a thou-sand-fold. We do not need a com-plex eye...
A fly and ant, upon a sunny bank, Discuss'd the question of their rank. 'O Jupiter!' the former said, 'Can love of self so turn the head, That one so mean and crawling,...
A knight of powder-horn and shot Once fill'd his bag - as I would not, Unless the feelings of my breast By poverty were sorely press'd - With birds and squirrels for the spits...
I served my time, in the days gone by, In the railway's clash and clang, And I worked my way to the end, and I Was the head of the "Flying Gang". 'Twas a chosen band that was kept at hand...
Out of the lamp-bestarred and clouded dusk - Snaring, illuding, concealing, Magically conjuring - Turning to fairy-coaches Beetle-backed limousines Scampering under the great Arch -...
Behold, The time is now! Bring back, bring back Thy flocks of fancies, wild of whim. Oh lead them from the mountain-track - Thy frolic thoughts untold. Oh bring them in - the fields grow dim -...
N'offrant qu'un coeur ' la Beaut', Nud comme la Verit', Sans armes comme l'Innocence, Sans a'les comme la Constance, Tel fut l'Amour dans le siecle d'or,...
One that is ever kind said yesterday: "Your well-beloved's hair has threads of grey, And little shadows come about her eyes; Time can but make it easier to be wise Though now it seems impossible, and so...
"But it isn't playing the game," he said, And he slammed his books away; "The Latin and Greek I've got in my head Will do for a duller day." "Rubbish!" I cried; "The bugle's call...