Behind my father's cottage lies A gentle grassy height Up which I often ran--to gaze Back with a wondering sight, For then the chimneys I thought high Were down below me quite! ...
Through still, bare streets, and cold moonshine His homeward way he bent; The clocks gave out the midnight sign As lost in thought he went Along the rampart's ocean-line,...
Still flowed the music, flowed the wine. The youth in silence went; Through naked streets, in cold moonshine, His homeward way he bent, Where, on the city's seaward line, His lattice seaward leant....
"Death, whaur do ye bide, auld Death?" "I bide in ilka breath," Quo' Death; "No i' the pyramids, No whaur the wormie rids 'Neth coffin-lids; I bidena whaur life has been,...
Within each living man there doth reside, In some unrifled chamber of the heart, A hidden treasure: wayward as thou art I love thee, man, and bind thee to my side! By that sweet act I purify my pride...
Out of thy door I run to do the thing That calls upon me. Straight the wind of words Whoops from mine ears the sounds of them that sing About their work, "My God, my father-king!" ...
What shall I be?--I will be a knight Walled up in armour black, With a sword of sharpness, a hammer of might. And a spear that will not crack-- So black, so blank, no glimmer of light...
Seek not my name--it doth no virtue bear; Seek, seek thine own primeval name to find-- The name God called when thy ideal fair Arose in deeps of the eternal mind. ...
Dear Christians, let us now rejoice, And dance in joyous measure; That, of good cheer, and with one voice, We sing in love and pleasure Of what to us our God hath shown,...
Her, the worthy maid, my heart doth hold, And I shall not forget her. Praise, honour, virtue of her are told; Than all I love her better. I seek her good, And if I should Right evil fare,...
To Jordan when our Lord had gone, His Father's pleasure willing, He took his baptism of St. John, His work and charge fulfilling; Therein he did appoint a bath To wash us from defilement,...
Thy little hand lay on my bosom, dear: What a knocking in that little chamber!--dost hear? There dwelleth a carpenter evil, and he Is hard at work on a coffin for me. ...