Spring breezes over the blue, now lightly frolicking in some tro… go forth to meet her way, for here the spell hath won and dr… 0 happy wind, thou that in her war…

I am shut out of mine own heart because my love is far from me, nor in the wonders have I part that fill its hidden empery: the wildwood of adventurous though…

The hollow crystal of my winter dr… and silences, where thought for wo… shimmer’d within the icy mirror-gl… vanishes down the flood of broader… The royal weft of arduous device

The yellow gas is fired from stree… past rows of heartless homes and h… dead churches, and the unending pa… by crowds - say rather, haggard sh… round nightly haunts of their delu…

I saw my life as whitest flame light-leaping in a crystal sky, and virgin colour where it came pass’d to its heart, in love to di… It wrapped the world in tender har…

And does she still perceive, her c… white fields, where maiden Dawn is anguish’d with the untold appro… or in the wooing forenoon softly p… where of our little friends

The grand cortège of glory and yo… flaunt standards, and the flood of… I alone linger, a regretful guest, here where the hostelry has crumbl… emptied of warmth and life, and th…

Dawns of the world, how I have kn… so many, and so varied, and the sa… dawns o’er the timid plains, or in… of the arm’d hills, or by the unsl… a chill touch on the chill flesh o…

Quis Pro Domino? Vengeance is mine, saith the Lord… Ay’ verily: and by ministry of suc… As did His will upon the Saracen: And Christendom owns not that man…

Thou cricket, that at dusk in the… all that, alack! my sickly garden… silverest the brown air with thy l… now eve is sharp, I, hearkening, d… the home my exiled heart hath some…

How old is my heart, how old, how… and did I ever go forth with song… I seem to have trod on many ways:… I know not how many homes; and to… was still to leave a portion of mi…

Autumn: the year breathes dully to… beside its dying sacrificial fire; the dim world’s middle-age of vain… is strangely troubled, waiting for… that speaks the winter’s welcome m…

Sweet silence after bells! deep in the enamour’d ear soft incantation dwells. Filling the rapt still sphere a liquid crystal swims,

Dead stars, beneath the midnight’s… and round your dungeon-gulf that b… and fall not, since no lower than… needs when the wing is dash’d and… is this your shadow on the watcher…

Droop’st thou and fail’st? but the… winds of the region, free, they sh… unurged, unguerdon’d: hast thou th… to be with them and trail’st a use… Self-pity hath thee in her clingin…