At morn—a mountain ne’er to be cli… A horn of plenty, lengthening ever… At noon—the countless hour-sands p… Waves that we scarce can see as th… At night—a pageant over ere begun,

Where is thy home in thy promised… Desolate and forsaken! The stranger’s arm hath seized thy… Thou art bowed beneath the strange… And the stranger thy birthright ha…

Loud wind, strong wind, where art… Into the air, the viewless air, To be lost there, There am I blowing. Clear wave, swift wave, where art…

Wand’ring with thee in the delicio… What visions meet me of those far-… When all my youth’s fresh springs… Lay lock’d beneath the spell of th… Whose blood is in thy veins.—I ga…

I planted in my heart one seed of… Water’d with tears and watch’d wit… It grew’€”and when I look’d that… A gracious tree’€”and blessed harv… Blossom nor fruit was there to cro…

Beside a well-reap’d field at Eve… One laid him down to rest who’d wa… And fought and wounded been in Li… ‘These have done well their work,’… ‘But on mine armour blots of earth…

Terrible music, whose strange utte… Seemed like the spell of some drea… Motionless misery, impotent despai… With beckoning visions of things d… Restless desire, sharp poignant ag…

Thou art like the bird that alight… Though the frail spray bends—for h…

Oh that I were a fairy sprite, to… In forest paths, o’erarched with o… Where the sun’s yellow light, in s… Sleeps on the dewy moss: what time… Of early morn stirs the white hawt…

One river from the mountain spring… Into three several streams its cou… For one a royal path was made; it… Sheltered and screened, through ch… A noble flood, a bounteous, beaute…

O Lesbian! if thy faith were mine… Then might I in that summer sea Seek for a slumber sound as thine, Beneath thy rock of Leucady. But though the waves, with death’s…

Silence instead of thy sweet song,… Which through the darkness of my w… Warbling of summer sunshine still… Mute is thy song, and vacant is th… The spring comes back again, the f…

O child! who to this evil world ar… Led by the unseen hand of Him who… Welcome unto this dungeon-house, t… Welcome to all the woe this life a… Upon thy forehead yet the badge of…

Flying leaves the wild Spring sca… From the silver blossomed trees, Let them fall’€”it little matters; Fresh-born buds will greet each br… Flying leaves, grim Winter strewi…

Weep’st thou to see the ruin and d… Which Time doth wreak upon earth’… Temples of gods, and palaces of ki… Weep’st thou to see them crumbling… Oh I could show thee such a woful…