A is an Angel of blushing eighteen: B is the Ball where the Angel was seen: C is her Chaperone, who cheated at cards: D is the Deuxtemps, with Frank of the Guards: E is the Eye which those dark lashes cover:...
Why are ye wandering aye 'twixt porch and porch, Thou and thy fellow - when the pale stars fade At dawn, and when the glowworm lights her torch, O Beadle of the Burlington Arcade?...
The auld wife sat at her ivied door, (Butter and eggs and a pound of cheese) A thing she had frequently done before; And her spectacles lay on her apron'd knees. ...
In those old days which poets say were golden - (Perhaps they laid the gilding on themselves: And, if they did, I'm all the more beholden To those brown dwellers in my dusty shelves,...
I know not why my soul is rack'd Why I ne'er smile as was my wont: I only know that, as a fact, I don't. I used to roam o'er glen and glade Buoyant and blithe as other folk:...
She stood at Greenwich, motionless amid The ever-shifting crowd of passengers. I marked a big tear quivering on the lid Of her deep-lustrous eye, and knew that hers...
'Twas ever thus from childhood's hour! My fondest hopes would not decay: I never loved a tree or flower Which was the first to fade away! The garden, where I used to delve...
Kate! if e'er thy light foot lingers On the lawn, when up the fells Steals the Dark, and fairy fingers Close unseen the pimpernels: When, his thighs with sweetness laden, From the meadow comes the bee,...
O my earliest love, who, ere I number'd Ten sweet summers, made my bosom thrill! Will a swallow - or a swift, or some bird - Fly to her and say, I love her still?
O memory! that which I gave thee To guard in thy garner yestreen - Little deeming thou e'er could'st behave thee Thus basely - hath gone from thee clean! Gone, fled, as ere autumn is ended...
Sing, O daughter of heaven, of Peleus' son, of Achilles, Him whose terrible wrath brought thousand woes on Achaia. Many a stalwart soul did it hurl untimely to Hades,...
Scarce midway were we yet, nor yet descried The stone that hides what once was Brasidas: When there drew near a wayfarer from Crete, Young Lycidas, the Muses' votary....