Beyond the orchard, in the lane, The crested red-bird sings again - O bird, whose song says, Have no care. Should I not care when CONSTANCE there, - My CONSTANCE, with the bashful gaze,...
"You gave me the key of your heart, my love; Then why do you make me knock?" "Oh, that was yesterday, Saints above! And last night, I changed the lock!"
I cannot change as others do, Though you unjustly scorn; Since that poor swain that sighs for you For you alone was born. No, Phillis, no; your heart to move A surer way I'll try;...
Dearest love! when thy God shall recall thee, Be this record inscribed on thy tomb: Truth, and gratitude, well may applaud thee, And all thy past virtues relume. ...
Since all, that beat about in Nature's range, Or veer or vanish; why should'st thou remain The only constant in a world of change, O yearning THOUGHT! that liv'st but in the brain?...
"I suddenly realise that the ambition of my life has been, since I was two, to go on a military expedition against Constantinople.", Letter from Rupert Brooke. (Died at Scyros, April 23rd, 1915.)
For years it had been neglected, This wilderness garden of ours, And its ruin had shone reflected In its pools through abandoned hours. For none had cared for its beauty...
I know so well the busy cries That echo through the quarter Till daylight into evening dies And stars shine in the water, So dear they have become to me, Leblebidji! leblebidji! ...
I Queen of a double empire still she stands, And watches with superb indifferent eyes The eager wooing of Imperial hands Towards so fair and coveted a prize. ...
Contemplating Hell, as I once heard it, My brother Shelley found it to be a place Much like the city of London. I, Who do not live in London, but in Los Angeles, Find, contemplating Hell, that it...
Hou, O my Grief, be wise and tranquil still, The eve is thine which even now drops down, To carry peace or care to human will, And in a misty veil enfolds the town. ...
'They are all up - the innumerable stars - And hold their place in heaven. My eyes have been Searching the pearly depths through which they spring Like beautiful creations, till I feel...