'So say the foolish!' Say the foolish so, Love? 'Flower she is, my rose' or else, 'My very swan is she' Or perhaps, 'Yon maid-moon, blessing earth below, Love,...
I am just seventeen years and five months old, And, if I lived one day more, three full weeks; 'Tis writ so in the church's register, Lorenzo in Lucina, all my names...
Stop rowing! This one of our bye-canals O'er a certain bridge you have to cross That's named, 'Of the Angel:' listen why! The name 'Of the Devil' too much appalls Venetian acquaintance, so, his the loss,...
I. Stand still, true poet that you are! I know you; let me try and draw you. Some night you'll fail us: when afar You rise, remember one man saw you, Knew you, and named a star!
The rain set early in to-night, The sullen wind was soon awake, It tore the elm-tops down for spite, And did its worst to vex the lake: I listened with heart fit to break....
Fear death? to feel the fog in my throat, The mist in my face, When the snows begin, and the blasts denote I am nearing the place, The power of the night, the press of the storm, The post of the foe;...
Among these latter busts we count by scores, Half-emperors and quarter-emperors, Each with his bay-leaf fillet, loose-thonged vest, Loric and low-browed Gorgon on the breast,...
I. Grow old along with me! The best is yet to be, The last of life, for which the first was made: Our times are in His hand Who saith 'A whole I planned,...
Suggested by a very early recollection of a prose story by the noble woman and imaginative writer, Jane Taylor, of Norwich, (more correctly, of Ongar]. - R. B.
Dear, had the world in its caprice Deigned to proclaim 'I know you both, 'Have recognized your plighted troth, Am sponsor for you: live in peace!' How many precious months and years...
I know there shall dawn a day Is it here on homely earth? Is it yonder, worlds away, Where the strange and new have birth, That Power comes full in play?
Woe, he went galloping into the war, Clara, Clara! Let us two dream: shall he 'scape with a scar? Scarcely disfigurement, rather a grace Making for manhood which nowise we mar:...
I know a Mount, the gracious Sun perceives First, when he visits, last, too, when he leaves The world; and, vainly favoured, it repays The day-long glory of his steadfast gaze...
I Said Abner, 'At last thou art come! Ere I tell, ere thou speak, Kiss my cheek, wish me well!' Then I wished it, and did kiss his cheek. And he: 'Since the King, O my friend, for thy countenance sent,...
So, friend, your shop was all your house! Its front, astonishing the street, Invited view from man and mouse To what diversity of treat Behind its glass, the single sheet! ...
GR-R-R there go, my heart's abhorrence! Water your damned flower-pots, do! If hate killed men, Brother Lawrence, God's blood, would not mine kill you! What? your myrtle-bush wants trimming?...
Nay but you, who do not love her, Is she not pure gold, my mistress? Holds earth aught, speak truth, above her? Aught like this tress, see, and this tress, And this last fairest tress of all,...
Day! Faster and more fast, O'er night's brim, day boils at last: Boils, pure gold, o'er the cloud-cup's brim. Where spurting and suppressed it lay, For not a froth-flake touched the rim...
Eyes, calm beside thee, (Lady, could'st thou know!) May turn away thick with fast-gathering tears: I glance not where all gaze: thrilling and low Their passionate praises reach thee my cheek wears...