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? ...
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?'...
Come up the broad river, the Thames, my Dane, My Dane with the beautiful eyes! Thousands and thousands await thee full fain, And talk of the wind and the skies. Fear not from folk and from country to part,...
Came the dread Archer up yonder lawn - Night is the time for the old to die - But woe for an arrow that smote the fawn, When the hind that was sick unscathed went by. ...
My fair lady's a dear, dear lady - I walked by her side to woo. In a garden alley, so sweet and shady, She answered, "I love not you, John, John Brady," Quoth my dear lady,...
I held my way through Defton Wood, And on to Wandor Hall; The dancing leaf let down the light, In hovering spots to fall. "O young, young leaves, you match me well," My heart was merry, and sung -...
Up to far Osteroe and Suderoe The deep sea-floor lies strewn with Spanish wrecks, O'er minted gold the fair-haired fishers go, O'er sunken bravery of high carv'd decks. ...
She was but a child, a child, And I a man grown; Sweet she was, and fresh, and wild, And, I thought, my own. What could I do? The long grass groweth, The long wave floweth with a murmur on:...
Now winter past, the white-thorn bower Breaks forth and buds down all the glen; Now spreads the leaf and grows the flower: So grows the life of God, in men. ...
O, I would tell you more, but I am tired; For I have longed, and I have had my will; I pleaded in my spirit, I desired: "Ah! let me only see him, and be still...
I woke in the night, and the darkness was heavy and deep: I had known it was dark in my sleep, And I rose and looked out, And the fathomless vault was all sparkling, set thick round about...
The moon is bleached as white as wool, And just dropping under; Every star is gone but three, And they hang far asunder, - There's a sea-ghost all in gray,...
I saw when I looked up, on either hand, A pale high chalk-cliff, reared aloft in white; A narrowing rent soon closed toward the land, - Toward the sea, an open yawning bight. ...
When I hear the waters fretting, When I see the chestnut letting All her lovely blossom falter down, I think, "Alas the day!" Once with magical sweet singing, Blackbirds set the woodland ringing,...