In the smooth grey heaven is poised the pale half moon And sheds on the wide grey river a broken reflection. Out from the low church-tower the boats are moored...
Look! the round-cheeked moon floats high, In the glowing August sky, Quenching all her neighbor stars, Save the steady flame of Mars. White as silver shines the sea, Far-off sails like phantoms be,...
The sun was gone, and the moon was coming Over the blue Connecticut hills; The west was rosy, the east was flushed, And over my head the swallows rushed This way and that, with changeful wills. ...
There's auld Rob Morris that wons in yon glen, He's the king o' guid fellows and wale of auld men; He has gowd in his coffers, he has owsen and kine, And ae bonnie lassie, his darling and mine....
The thoughts of all the maples who shall name, When the sad landscape turns to cold and grey? Yet some for very ruth and sheer dismay, Hearing the northwind pipe the winter's name,...
Since early this morning the world has seemed surging With unworded rhythm, and rhyme without thought. It may be the Muses take this way of urging The patience and pains by which poems are wrought....
Avaunt all specious pliancy of mind In men of low degree, all smooth pretense! I better like a blunt indifference, And self-respecting slowness, disinclined To win me at first sight: and be there joined...
Was this His coming! I had hoped to see A scene of wondrous glory, as was told Of some great God who in a rain of gold Broke open bars and fell on Danae: Or a dread vision as when Semele...
Where mandrakes, crying from the moonless fen, Told how a witch, with gaze of owl or bat Found, and each root malevolently fat Pulled for her waiting cauldron, on my ken...
"What, are you lost, my pretty little lady? This is no place for such sweet things as you. Our bodies, rank with sweat, will make you sicken, And, you'll observe, our lives are rank lives too." ...
Store of courage to me grant, Now I'm turn'd a combatant; Help me, so that I my shield, Fighting, lose not in the field. That's the greatest shame of all That in warfare can befall....
Goddess, I begin an art; Come thou in, with thy best part For to make the texture lie Each way smooth and civilly; And a broad-fac'd owl shall be Offer'd up with vows to thee.
Next morning in the Park I took a stroll. A walk upon Mount Royal is a thing, Glorious at any time, but most of all At early morning in the opening spring,...
The son of him with whom we strove for power' Whose will is lord thro' all his world-domain' Who made the serf a man, and burst his chain' Has given our prince his own imperial Flower, Alexandrovna....
Oh! gladly do we welcome thee, Fair pleasant month of May; Month which we've eager longed to see, Through many a wintry day: And now with countless budding flowers, With sunshine bright and clear -...