The just man's single-purposed mind Not furious mobs that prompt to ill May move, nor kings' frowns shake his will Which is as rock; not warrior-winds ...
Ere the morn the East has crimsoned, When the stars are twinkling there, (As they did in Watts's Hymns, and Made him wonder what they were:) When the forest-nymphs are beading...
They tell me I am beautiful: they praise my silken hair, My little feet that silently slip on from stair to stair: They praise my pretty trustful face and innocent grey eye;...
By the wide lake's margin I mark'd her lie - The wide, weird lake where the alders sigh - A young fair thing, with a shy, soft eye; And I deem'd that her thoughts had flown...
One dazzling mass of solid snow Soracte stands; the bent woods fret Beneath their load; and, sharpest-set With frost, the streams have ceased to flow. ...
O what harper could worthily harp it, Mine Edward! this wide-stretching wold (Look out wold) with its wonderful carpet Of emerald, purple, and gold! Look well at it - also look sharp, it...
'Tis but a box, of modest deal; Directed to no matter where: Yet down my cheek the teardrops steal - Yes, I am blubbering like a seal; For on it is this mute appeal, "With care." ...
Spouse of penniless Ibycus, Thus late, bring to a close all thy delinquencies, All thy studious infamy:- Nearing swiftly the grave - (that not an early one) -...