To the cities I came in a time of disorder That was ruled by hunger. I sheltered with the people in a time of uproar And then I joined in their rebellion....
In Fancy's eye, what an extended span, Time, hoary herald, has been stretch'd by thee: Vain to conceive where thy dark burst began, Thou birthless, boundless, vast immensity!...
The Art of Painting had in the Primitive years looked with the light, not towards it. Before Tintoretto's date, however, many painters practised shadows and lights, and turned more or less sunwards; but he set the figure bet...
O had you tracked where Kendall trod I think you would be kneelin' Three times a week and thankin' God That you are of New Zealan'! For this I'll say, to make it short, An' keep my tongue from clacken,...
Toussaint, the most unhappy man of men! Whether the whistling Rustic tend his plough Within thy hearing, or thy head be now Pillowed in some deep dungeon's earless den; O miserable Chieftain! where and when...
I gladly left The noisy death of the city, With its thousands of leering faces, The yellow night of the alleys. I stride into the broad, Silver sky; The pious limbs glide...
In heavens of riveted blue, that sunset dyes With glaucous flame, deep in the west the Day Stands Midas-like; or, wading on his way, Touches with splendor all the twilight skies....
Because you never yet have loved me, dear, Think you you never can nor ever will? Surely while life remains hope lingers still, Hope the last blossom of life's dying year....
Last night I rode with Touchstone on a bus From Ludgate Hill to World's End. It was he! Despite the broadcloth and the bowler hat, I knew him, Touchstone, the wild flower of folly,...
Hearts, that have cheered us ever, night and day, With words that helped us on the rugged way, The hard, long road of life to whom is due More than the heart can ever hope to pay...
Visits of condolence is all we get from them. They squat at the Holocaust Memorial, They put on grave faces at the Wailing Wall And they laugh behind heavy curtains In their hotels....
'T was night. The tranquil moonlight smile With which Heaven dreams of Earth, shed down Its beauty on the Indian isle, On broad green field and white-walled town; And inland waste of rock and wood,...