Will you walk with me to the brow… Whose daughter lies in the churchy… Half a mile by the winding lane, a… There you may lean o’er the gate a… Stop and talk of her girl that is…

Fixed is my Faith, the lingering… That still we move through Libert… The Human Tragedy. When God out of chaos primeval di… And moved on the face of the water…

’Tis because, though in dusky bowe… With love delighted still thou art… Nor hath the deepening twilight po… To lay a curfew on thy heart. Thou lovest; and, loving, dost pro…

What is it haunts the summer air? A sense of something lately passed… Something pleasant, something fair… That was with us yesterday, And is no longer there.

Queen, widowed Mother of a widowe… Whose ancient sorrow goeth forth t… Her new-born sorrow with parental… And tearful eyes that oft on hers… Will not your generous heart be no…

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…

I stand within the Abbey walls, Where soft the slanting sunlight f… In gleams of mellow grace: The organ swells, the anthem soars… And waves of prayerful music pours

There! once again I stand on home… Though round me still there swirls… Leaping athwart the vessel’s track To bid a wanderer welcome back, And though as yet through softenin…

Could you but give me all that I… I should be richer, and you no mor… Companionship beside the household… And common cares that train one to… ’Tis not your senses, but your sel…

How shall we comfort the Dying Ye… Beg him to linger, or bid him go? The light in his eyes burns dim an… His hands are clammy, his pulse be… He wanders and mumbles, but doth n…

‘Grandmother dear, you do not know… Under the twittering eaves of home… Rocking cradles, and covering jams… Or piecing together lavender bags… Daughter, wife, and mother in turn…

Patter, patter, little feet, Making music quaint and sweet, Up the passage, down the stair; Patter, patter everywhere. Ripple, ripple, little voice;

Where lies Mozart? Tradition show… A likely spot: so much, no more: No words of his own time disclose When crossed He to the Further S… Though later ages, roused to shame…

Whither, and whence, and why hast… Thou art dumb, my muse; thou art d… As a waterless stream, as a leafle… What have I done to banish thee? But a moon ago, the whole day long

Breeze! brisk breeze! that movest… Breeze! lithe breeze! that creepes… Breeze! O breeze! that fannest th… Oh linger by the lattice of sweet… Breeze! coy breeze! that loiterest…