The song of a man who was dead Ere any had heard of his song, Or had seen this his ultimate song, With the lines of it written in red, And the sound of it steady and strong....
Hail Felpham! Hail! in youth my favorite scene! First in my heart of villages marine! To me thy waves confirm'd my truest wealth, My only parent's renovated health,...
What's Female Beauty, but an Art divine, Through which the Mind's all gentle Graces shine? They like the Sun irradiate all between; The Body charms, because the Mind is seen.
Like pensive cattle, lying on the sands, they turn their eyes towards the sea's far hills, and, feet searching each other's, touching hands, know sweet languor and the bitterest thrills.
That Captain Kidd scribbling of rock in the fields yellowed bristle of pages back of a farm where piratical breaking of land knocks clean holes in the soil, gypsy dancers vernal growth before...
(Fergus.) This whole day have I followed in the rocks, And you have changed and flowed from shape to shape, First as a raven on whose ancient wings Scarcely a feather lingered, then you seemed...
The rice-birds fly so white, so silver white, The velvet rice-flats lie so emerald green, My heart inhales, with sorrowful delight, The sweet and poignant sadness of the scene. ...
IN Eastern climes, by means considered new; The Mount's old-man, with terrors would pursue; His large domains howe'er were not the cause, Nor heaps of gold, that gave him such applause,...
In barren district you may meet Small fertile spot doth grow fine wheat, There you may find the choicest fruits, And great, round, smooth and solid roots.
An hour before the dawn, My friend, You lit your waiting bedside-lamp, Your breakfast-fire anon, And outing into the dark and damp You saddled, and set on.
A Mile of lane, hedged high with iron-weeds And dying daisies, white with sun, that leads Downward into a wood; through which a stream Steals like a shadow; over which is laid...