Were I thy bride, Then the whole world beside Were not too wide To hold my wealth of love Were I thy bride! Upon thy breast My loving head would rest, As on her nest...
Heart of my heart, the day is chill, The mist hangs low o'er the wooded hill, The soft white mist and the heavy cloud The sun and the face of heaven shroud. The birds are thick in the dripping trees,...
Lo! the Boar's tail is salted, and the Kangaroo's exalted, And his right eye is extinguished by a man-o'-warsman's cap; He is flying round the fences where the Southern Sea commences,...
On thrones from China to Peru All sorts of kings have sat That men and women of all sorts proclaimed both good and great; And what's the odds if such as these For reason of the State...
Why turn from me thus with such petulant pride, When I ask thee, sweet Edith, to be my bride; When I offer the gift of heart fond and true, And with loyalty seek thy young love to woo?...
I want to see a grandmother like those there used to be, In a cosy little farm-house, where I could go to tea; A grandmother with spectacles and a funny, frilly cap,...
They are gone: all is still: Foolish heart, dost thou quiver? Nothing moves on the lawn but the quick lilac shade. Far up gleams the house, and beneath flows the river....
A modest lot, a fame petite, A brief campaign of sting and sweet Is plenty! Is enough! A sailor's business is the shore, A soldier's -- balls. Who asketh more Must seek the neighboring life!
SEE, chil-dren, the mis-guid-ed Mole. He lives down in a deep, dark hole; Sweet-ness, and Light, and good Fresh Air Are things for which he does not care. He has not e-ven that make-shift...
Among all lovely things my Love had been; Had noted well the stars, all flowers that grew About her home; but she had never seen A glow-worm, never one, and this I knew. ...
I walk through the long schoolroom questioning; A kind old nun in a white hood replies; The children learn to cipher and to sing, To study reading-books and histories, To cut and sew, be neat in everything...
I walked through a Forest, beneath the hot noon, On Etheline calling and calling! One said: 'She will hear you and come to you soon, When the coolness, my brother, is falling.'...
Among the green bushes the songs of the thrushes Are answering each other in music and glee, While the magpies and rooks, in woods, hedges, near brooks, Mount their Spring dwellings on every high tree....
Along the roadside, like the flowers of gold That tawny Incas for their gardens wrought, Heavy with sunshine droops the golden-rod, And the red pennons of the cardinal-flowers...
She stood among the lilies In sunset's brightest ray, Among the tall June lilies, As stately fair as they; And I, a boyish lover then, Looked once, and, lingering, looked again,...
Among the men and women, the multitude, I perceive one picking me out by secret and divine signs, Acknowledging none else--not parent, wife, husband, brother, child, any nearer than I am;...