There were three in the meadow by the brook Gathering up windrows, piling cocks of hay, With an eye always lifted toward the west Where an irregular sun-bordered cloud Darkly advanced with a perpetual dagger...
Into my heart's treasury I slipped a coin That time cannot take Nor a thief purloin, Oh better than the minting Of a gold-crowned king Is the safe-kept memory Of a lovely thing.
Against the Bermudas we foundered, whereby This Master, that Swabber, yon Bo'sun, and I (Our pinnace and crew being drowned in the main) Must beg for our bread through old England again. ...
Suddenly I saw the cold and rook-delighting Heaven That seemed as though ice burned and was but the more ice, And thereupon imagination and heart were driven So wild that every casual thought of that and this...
Type of the antique Rome! Rich reliquary Of lofty contemplation left to Time By buried centuries of pomp and power! At length at length after so many days Of weary pilgrimage and burning thirst,...
Would I could cast a sail on the water Where many a king has gone And many a king's daughter, And alight at the comely trees and the lawn, The playing upon pipes and the dancing,...
He rides at their head; A crutch by his saddle just slants in view, One slung arm is in splints, you see, Yet he guides his strong steed--how coldly too.
The Colonel!--Such a creature! I met him at the ball!-- So fair in form and feature, And so divinely tall! He praised my dimpled cheeks and curls, While whirling through the dance,...
Wen de colo'ed ban' comes ma'chin' down de street, Don't you people stan' daih starin'; lif yo' feet! Ain't dey playin'? Hip, hooray! Stir yo' stumps an' cleah de way,...
If the muse were mine to tempt it And my feeble voice were strong, If my tongue were trained to measures, I would sing a stirring song. I would sing a song heroic Of those noble sons of Ham,...
Close by the threshold of a door nail'd fast Three kittens sat; each kitten look'd aghast. I, passing swift and inattentive by, At the three kittens cast a careless eye;...
The Comet! He is on his way, And singing as he flies; The whizzing planets shrink before The spectre of the skies; Ah! well may regal orbs burn blue, And satellites turn pale,...
Ich armer Komet in dem himmlischen Feld Wie ist's doch so windig mit mir bestellt! Ich leb' in steten Sorgen, Mein Licht selbst muss ich borgen ... Ich erscheine nur von Zeit zu Zeit...