[Supposed of Pamphylax the Antiochene: It is a parchment, of my rolls the fifth, Hath three skins glued together, is all Greek, And goeth from Epsilon down to Mu: Lies second in the surnamed Chosen Chest,...
But do not let us quarrel any more, No, my Lucrezia; bear with me for once: Sit down and all shall happen as you wish. You turn your face, but does it bring your heart?...
Last night I saw you in my sleep: And how your charm of face was changed! I asked, 'Some love, some faith you keep?' You answered, 'Faith gone, love estranged.'
This was my dream: I saw a Forest Old as the earth, no track nor trace Of unmade man. Thou, Soul, explorest, Though in a trembling rapture, space Immeasurable! Shrubs, turned trees,...
It happened thus: my slab, though new, Was getting weather-stained, beside, Herbage, balm, peppermint, o'ergrew Letter and letter: till you tried Somewhat, the Name was scarce descried. ...
My first thought was, he lied in every word, That hoary cripple, with malicious eye Askance to watch the working of his lie On mine, and mouth scarce able to afford...
Only the prism's obstruction shows aright The secret of a sunbeam, breaks its light Into the jewelled bow from blankest white; So may a glory from defect arise: Only by Deafness may the vexed Love wreak...
Your ghost will walk, you lover of trees, (If our loves remain) In an English lane, By a cornfield-side a-flutter with poppies. Hark, those two in the hazel coppice...
My father was a scholar and knew Greek. When I was five years old, I asked him once 'What do you read about?' 'The siege of Troy.' 'What is a siege, and what is Troy?' Whereat...
Ah, my Giacinto, he's no ruddy rogue, Is not Cinone? What, to-day we're eight? Seven and one's eight, I hope, old curly-pate! Branches me out his verb-tree on the slate, Amo -as -avi -atum -are -ans,...
I. Stop, let me have the truth of that! Is that all true? I say, the day Ten years ago when both of us Met on a morning, friends as thus We meet this evening, friends or what?
How very hard it is to be A Christian! Hard for you and me, Not the mere task of making real That duty up to its ideal, Effecting thus complete and whole, A purpose or the human soul'...
I. On the first of the Feast of Feasts, The Dedication Day, When the Levites joined the Priests At the Altar in robed array, Gave signal to sound and say, ...
So, I shall see her in three days And just one night, but nights are short, Then two long hours, and that is morn. See how I come, unchanged, unworn Feel, where my life broke off from thine,...
Had I God's leave, how I would alter things! If I might read instead of print my speech, Ay, and enliven speech with many a flower Refuses obstinately blow in print As wildings planted in a prim parterre,...
I. I wish that when you died last May, Charles, there had died along with you Three parts of spring's delightful things; Ay, and, for me, the fourth part too.