An idle poet, here and there, Looks around him; but, for all the… The world, unfathomably fair, Is duller than a witling’s jest. Love wakes men, once a lifetime ea…

Preludes. I The Joyful Wisdom Would Wisdom for herself be woo’d… And wake the foolish from his drea… She must be glad as well as good,

Suspicion’s playful counterfeit Begot your question strange: The only thing that I forget Is that there’s any change. Did that long blight which fell on…

Who would not be Sir Hubert, for… His rich sky-skirted woodlands, va… Sir Hubert, to whose sunning all… So most men praised Sir Hubert, a… Of Hubert noble-hearted, than who…

Full many sing to me and thee Their riches gather’d by the sea; But I will sing, for I’m footsore… The burthen of the barren shore. The hue of love how lively shown

I call this idle history the '€˜B… Because there’s nothing sweeter th… And nothing half so bitter as its… I loved, saw hope, and said so; le… Why speak of joy then suffer’d? M…

A florin to the willing Guard Secured, for half the way, (He lock’d us in, ah, lucky-starr’… A curtain’d, front coupe. The sparkling sun of August shone…

Preludes. I The Chace She wearies with an ill unknown; In sleep she sobs and seems to flo… A water-lily, all alone

Preludes. I The Daughter of Eve The woman’s gentle mood o’erstept Withers my love, that lightly scan… The rest, and does in her accept

I Her sons pursue the butterflies… Her baby daughter mocks the doves With throbbing coo; in his fond ey… She’s Venus with her little Loves… Her footfall dignifies the earth,

In Gerald’s Cottage by the hill, Old Gerald and his child, Innocent Maud, dwelt happily; He toil’d, and she beguiled The long day at her spinning-wheel…

It is a venerable place, An old ancestral ground, So broad, the rainbow wholly stand… Within its lordly bound; And here the river waits and winds

Preludes. I Perfect Love rare Most rare is still most noble foun… Most noble still most incomplete; Sad law, which leaves King Love u…

My little Son, who look’d from th… And moved and spoke in quiet grown… Having my law the seventh time dis… I struck him, and dismiss’d With hard words and unkiss’d,

From Frederick Graham Mother, I smile at your alarms! I own, indeed, my Cousin’s charms… But, like all nursery maladies, Love is not badly taken twice.