When first I came to Court, Fa la! When first I came to Court, I deemed Dan Cupid but a boy, And Love an idle sport, A sport whereat a man might toy With little hurt and mickle joy--...
I that have been a lover, and could show it, Though not in these, in rhymes not wholly dumb, Since I exscribe your sonnets, am become A better lover, and much better poet....
"What do I catch upon the night-wind, husband? - What is it sounds in this house so eerily? It seems to be a woman's voice: each little while I hear it, And it much troubles me!" ...
Doubtless, sweet girl, the hissing lead, Wafting destruction near thy charms, And hurtling[1] o'er thy lovely head, Has fill'd that breast with fond alarms.
As I left the Halls at Lumley, rose the vision of a comely Maid last season worshiped dumbly, watched with fervor from afar; And I wondered idly, blindly, if the maid would greet me kindly....
I heard this day, as I may no more, The world's heart throb at my workshop door. The sun was keen, and the day was still; The township drowsed in, a haze of heat. A stir far off on the sleepy hill,...
As thro' the land of eve we went, And pluck'd the ripen'd ears, We fell out, my wife and I, O, we fell out, I know not why, And kiss'd again with tears. And blessings on the falling out...
As toilsome I wander'd Virginia's woods, To the music of rustling leaves, kick'd by my feet, (for 'twas autumn,) I mark'd at the foot of a tree the grave of a soldier,...
'Twas August - Hastings every day was filling - Hastings, that "greenest spot on memory's waste"! With crowds of idlers willing and unwilling To be bedipped - be noticed - or be braced,...
High-perch'd upon the rocky way, Stands a Posada stern and grey; Which from the valley, seems as if, A condor there had paus'd to 'light And rest upon that lonely cliff, From some stupendous flight;...
I sought the long clear twilights of the North, When, from its nest of trees, my father's house Sees the Aurora deepen into dawn Far northward in the East, o'er the hill-top;...
I wrenched from a passing comet in its flight, By that great force of two mad hearts aflame, A soul incarnate, back to earth you came, To glow like star-dust for a little night....