Karshish, the picker-up of learning's crumbs, The not-incurious in God's handiwork (This man's-flesh he hath admirably made, Blown like a bubble, kneaded like a paste,...
I. Kentish Sir Byng stood for his King, Bidding the crop-headed Parliament swing: And, pressing a troop unable to stoop And see the rogues flourish and honest folk droop,...
He. Ah, the bird-like fluting Through the ash-tops yonder, Bullfinch-bubblings, soft sounds suiting What sweet thoughts, I wonder? Fine-pearled notes that surely Gather, dewdrop-fashion,...
There's heaven above, and night by night I look right through its gorgeous roof; No suns and moons though e'er so bright Avail to stop me; splendor-proof I keep the broods of stars aloof:...
There's Heaven above, and night by night, I look right through its gorgeous roof No sun and moons though e'er so bright Avail to stop me; splendour-proof I keep the broods of stars aloof:...
The rain set early in to-night, The sullen wind was soon awake, It tore the elm-tops down for spite, And did its worst to vex the lake, I listened with heart fit to break;...
Flower, I never fancied, jewel, I profess you! Bright I see and soft I feel the outside of a flower. Save but glow inside and jewel, I should guess you, Dim to sight and rough to touch: the glory is the dower....
Man I am and man would be, Love, merest man and nothing more. Bid me seem no other! Eagles boast of pinions, let them soar! I may put forth angel's plumage, once unmanned, but not before. ...
Hist, but a word, fair and soft! Forth and be judged, Master Hugues! Answer the question I've put you so oft: What do you mean by your mountainous fugues? See, we're alone in the loft, ...
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.
The grey sea and the long black land; And the yellow half-moon large and low; And the startled little waves that leap In fiery ringlets from their sleep, As I gain the cove with pushing prow,...
This is a spray the Bird clung to, Making it blossom with pleasure, Ere the high tree-top she sprang to, Fit for her nest and her treasure. Oh, what a hope beyond measure...
Now, don't, sir! Don't expose me! Just this once! This was the first and only time, I'll swear, Look at me, see, I kneel, the only time, I swear, I ever cheated, yes, by the soul...
Frowned the Laird on the Lord: 'So, red-handed I catch thee? Death-doomed by our Law of the Border! We've a gallows outside and a chiel to dispatch thee: Who trespasses, hangs: all's in order.' ...
That's my last Duchess painted on the wall, Looking as if she were alive. I call That piece a wonder, now: Fr' Pandolf's hands Worked busily a day, and there she stands....
All that I know Of a certain star, Is, it can throw (Like the angled spar) Now a dart of red, Now a dart of blue, Till my friends have said They would fain see, too,...
All I can say is, I saw it! The room was as bare as your hand. I locked in the swarth little lady, I swear, From the head to the foot of her, well, quite as bare!...