LEAVE me a little while alone, Here at his grave that still is st… With crumbling flower and wreath; The laughing rivulet leaps and fal… The thrush exults, the cuckoo call…

O the sunny days before us, before… When all was bright From holt to height, And the heavens were shining o’er… When sound and scent, with vision…

So you think he is defeated, O ye… And that Victory is meted in your… O ye fools! though justice tarry,… Right, howe’er it may miscarry, er… And you think a wounded hero may h…

There-peace once more; the restles… Of troubled cities dies away. ‘Welcome to our broad shade once m… The dear old woodlands seem to say… The sweet suggestions of the wind,

I saw this morning, with a sudden… Spring preparing to depart. I know her well and so I told her… ‘Why did you, Spring, your coming… If, now here, you cannot stay?

The lights of Mesolongi gleam Before me, now the day is gone; And vague as leaf on drifting stre… My keel glides on. No mellow moon, no stars arise;

Now in the woodlands from the crea… The last sere leaves are loosened… Where once the tender honeysuckle… And the fond mavis fluted to his s… Already dreaming of her winter dro…

WHITE little hands! Pink little feet! Dimpled all over, Sweet, sweet, sweet! What dost thou wail for?

Let us fly! It is long past eleve… The watch-dogs are silent; the moo… Hath all but abandoned the heaven, And midnight is sinking in swoon. Not a chirp to be heard in the thi…

Brother Benedict rose and left hi… With the last slow swing of the ev… In his hand he carried his only bo… And he followed the path to the A… And, crossing the stepping-stones,…

The Old Year knocks at the farmho… October, come with your matron gaz… From the fruit you are storing for… And prop him up on the granary flo… Where the straw lies threshed and…

‘Awake, awake, for the Springtime… March daffodils too long dreaming; The lark is high in the spacious s… And the celandine’s stars are glea… The gorse is ablaze, and the woodl…

Love, that all men think they know… Is a rare guest here below; But with mortals when it stays, These are its unerring ways. Love builds secret, half afraid,

Bend down and read-the birth, the… Born in the year that Waterloo wa… And died in this, whose days are n… But which, because a year conceive… No noble need will christen or wil…

Good friends, you urge my Odes gr… And that of worthless station, Of fleeting youth and joy, I writ… With endless iteration. But say, in mortals, base or great…