Our village, that's to say, not Miss Mitford's village, but our village of Bullock Smithy, Is come into by an avenue of trees, three oak pollards, two elders, and a withy;...
There's a fellow on the station (He dropped in on a call, Just casual to stay a pleasant week), He's a banker's near relation, Strongly built, and very tall, Not altogether destitute of cheek;...
Where shall we write your names, ye brave! Where build for you a monument, Who lie in many a sylvan grave, Stretched half across the continent! Young, bright and brave, the very flower...
O youths and virgins: o declining eld: O pale misfortune's slaves: o ye who dwell Unknown with humble quiet; ye who wait In courts, or fill the golden seat of kings:...
The Trojan swain had judged the great dispute, And beauty's power obtain'd the golden fruit, When Venus, loose in all her naked charms, Met Jove's great daughter clad in shining arms,...
It's forty in the shade to-day, the spouting eaves declare; The boulders nose above the drift, the southern slopes are bare; Hub-deep in slush Apollo's car swings north along the Zod,...
Now Morn her rosie steps in th' Eastern Clime Advancing, sow'd the Earth with Orient Pearle, When Adam wak't, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred,...
All night the dreadless Angel unpursu'd Through Heav'ns wide Champain held his way, till Morn, Wak't by the circling Hours, with rosie hand Unbarr'd the gates of Light. There is a Cave...
Descend from Heav'n Urania, by that name If rightly thou art call'd, whose Voice divine Following, above th' Olympian Hill I soare, Above the flight of Pegasean wing....
No more of talk where God or Angel Guest With Man, as with his Friend, familiar us'd To sit indulgent, and with him partake Rural repast, permitting him the while Venial discourse unblam'd: I now must change...
You would have understood me, had you waited; I could have loved you, dear! as well as he: Had we not been impatient, dear! and fated Always to disagree.
What is the use of speech? Silence were fitter:...
"Don't they consult the 'Victims,' though?" I said. "They should, by rights, Give them a chance, because, you know, The tastes of people differ so, Especially in Sprites." ...
As one who strives a hill to climb, Who never climbed before: Who finds it, in a little time, Grow every moment less sublime, And votes the thing a bore:
"What's this?" I pondered. "Have I slept? Or can I have been drinking?" But soon a gentler feeling crept Upon me, and I sat and wept An hour or so, like winking.