Stiff scholars and the hody amorous Will in their ripeness equally admire Powerful, gende cats, pride of the house, Who, like them, love to sit around the fire.
Midst greens and shades the Catterskill leaps, From cliffs where the wood-flower clings; All summer he moistens his verdant steeps With the sweet light spray of the mountain springs;...
Through many lands and over many seas I come, my Brother, to thine obsequies, To pay thee the last honours that remain, And call upon thy voiceless dust, in vain. Since cruel fate has robbed me even of thee,...
Lesbia for ever on me rails, To talk of me she never fails. Now, hang me, but for all her art, I find that I have gain'd her heart. My proof is this: I plainly see, The case is just the same with me;...
Sirmio, thou dearest dear of strands That Neptune strokes in lake and sea, With what high joy from stranger lands Doth thy old friend set foot on thee!...
Upon her breast her hands and hair Were tangled all together. The moon of June forbade me not - The golden night time weather In balmy sighs commanded me To kiss them like a feather. ...
I. Kentish Sir Byng stood for his King, Bidding the crop-headed Parliament swing: And, pressing a troop unable to stoop And see the rogues flourish and honest folk droop,...
We stood, as the helmeted horsemen Formed up in the light of the sun; We knelt, stretching bayonets towards them As they charged, ere the battle was won.
We saw, but surely, in the motley crowd, Not One of us has felt the far-famed sight; How 'could' we feel it? each the other's blight, Hurried and hurrying, volatile and loud....
Thanks for the lessons of this Spot fit school For the presumptuous thoughts that would assign Mechanic laws to agency divine; And, measuring heaven by earth, would overrule...
Cean duv deelish, beside the sea I stand and stretch my hands to thee Across the world. The riderless horses race to shore With thundering hoofs and shuddering, hoar, Blown manes uncurled. ...
The blind king hides his weeping eyeless head, Sick with the helpless hate and shame and awe, Till food have choked the glutted hell-bird's craw And the foul cropful creature lie as dead...
Celebrate our anniversary ' can't you see tonight the snowy night of our first winter comes back again in every road and tree - that winter night of diamantine splendour. ...