And can this be my own world? 'Tis all gold and snow, Save where scarlet waves are hurled Down yon gulf below. 'Tis thy world, 'tis my world, City, mead, and shore, For he that hath his own world...
We reached the place by night, And heard the waves breaking: They came to meet us with candles alight To show the path we were taking. A myrtle, trained on the gate, was white...
"Master," quoth the auld hound "Where will ye go?" "Over moss, over muir, To court my new jo." "Master, though the night be merk, I'se follow through the snow.
I took a year out of my life and story - A dead year, and said, "I will hew thee a tomb! 'All the kings of the nations lie in glory;' Cased in cedar, and shut in a sacred gloom;...
"Whither away, thou little eyeless rover? (Kind Roger's true) Whither away across yon bents and clover, Wet, wet with dew?" "Roger here, Roger there - Roger - O, he sighed,...
I opened the eyes of my soul. And behold, A white river-lily: a lily awake, and aware, - For she set her face upward, - aware how in scarlet and gold...
A Morn of guilt, an hour of doom - Shocks and tremblings dread; All the city sunk in gloom - Thick darkness overhead. An awful Sufferer straight and stark;...
Living child or pictured cherub, Ne'er o'ermatched its baby grace; And the mother, moving nearer, Looked it calmly in the face; Then with slight and quiet gesture,...
Haply some Rajah first in the ages gone Amid his languid ladies fingered thee, While a black nightingale, sun-swart as he, Sang his one wife, love's passionate oraison;...
I clomb full high the belfry tower Up to yon arrow-slit, up and away, I said 'let me look on my heart's fair flower In the wall'd garden where she doth play.'
And what will ye hear, my daughters dear? - Oh, what will ye hear this night? Shall I sing you a song of the yuletide cheer, Or of lovers and ladies bright? ...
They said "Too late, too late, the work is done; Great Homer sang of glory and strong men And that fair Greek whose fault all these long years Wins no forgetfulness nor ever can;...
When I do sit apart And commune with my heart, She brings me forth the treasures once my own; Shows me a happy place Where leaf-buds swelled apace, And wasting rims of snow in sunlight shone. ...
Old Albion sat on a crag of late. And sang out - "Ahoy! ahoy! Long, life to the captain, good luck to the mate. And this to my sailor boy! Come over, come home, Through the salt sea foam,...
Can I make white enough my thought for thee, Or wash my words in light? Thou hast no mate To sit aloft in the silence silently And twin those matchless heights undesecrate....
Niloiya said to Noah, "What aileth thee, My master, unto whom is my desire, The father of my sons?" He answered her, "Mother of many children, I have heard...
Two angry men - in heat they sever, And one goes home by a harvest field: - "Hope's nought," quoth he, "and vain endeavor; I said and say it, I will not yield! ...
Laura, my Laura! 'Yes, mother!' 'I want you, Laura; come down.' 'What is it, mother - what, dearest? O your loved face how it pales! You tremble, alas and alas - you heard bad news from the town?'...