Works

TO CHRISTINA G. ROSSETTI.Song wakes with every wakening yearFrom hearts of birds that only feelBrief spring's...

Like a queen enchanted who may not laugh or weep,Glad at heart and guarded from change and care like ours,Girt about...

There are sleeping dreams and waking dreams;What seems is not always as it seems.I looked out of my window in the...

The burden of fair women. Vain delight,And love self-slain in some sweet shameful way,And sorrowful old age that...

Clothes and the Man I sing. Reformers, noteThese of the Subaltern who owned a Coat.He was what veterans miscall, for...

Kneel down, fair Love, and fill thyself with tears,Girdle thyself with sighing for a girthUpon the sides of...

I hid my heart in a nest of roses,Out of the sun's way, hidden apart;In a softer bed then the soft white snow's...

The railway rattled and roared and swungWith jolting and bumping trucks.The sun, like a billiard red ball, hungIn the...

France tells the story, make our hearts know well,Christ His Figure stands against the gates of hell:Flame and shot...

Ye who heed a nation's callAnd speed to arms therefor,Ye who fear your children's marchTo perils of the...

One moment bid the horses wait,Since tiffin is not laid till three,Below the upward path and straitYou climbed a year...

It fell in the year of Mutiny,At darkest of the night,John Nicholson by Jal'ndhar came,On his way to Delhi fight.And...

We were schooner-rigged and rakish, with a long and lissome hull,And we flew the pretty colours of the cross-bones...

I.There are three kisses that I call to mind,And I will sing their secrets as I go.The first, a kiss too courteous to...

I found in dreams a place of wind and flowers,Full of sweet trees and colour of glad grass,In midst whereof there...

Ah, London! London! our delight,Great flower that opens but at night,Great City of the Midnight Sun,Whose day begins...

'What ails you that you look so pale,O fisher of the sea?'''Tis for a mournful tale I own,Fair maiden Marjorie.''What...

Strawberries that in gardens growAre plump and juicy fine,But sweeter far as wise men knowSpring from the woodland...

The lady stood at the station bar,(Three currants in a bun)And oh she was proud, as ladies are.(And the bun was baked...

High beyond the granite portal arched acrossLike the gateway of some godlike giant's holdSweep and swell the billowy...