Yes, you do well to mock us, you Who knew our bitter woe - To jeer the false, deny the true In us blind struggling low, While, on your pleasant place alof…

He sits. Upon the kingly head dot… The round-balled wimple, and the h… Touch on the shoulders where the s… The downward garment shows the amb… The Face—that Face one scarce can…

In night-long days, in aeons    where all Time’s nights are one… where life and death sing paeans as of Greeks and Galileans,    never begun or done;

‘Forty Years After’ COMRADE, yet a little further… Closes round and chills in darknes… Yet a little, by the cliff there,… Of the man who once was with us, c…

FROM the dusty jaded sunlight of… Through the open bedroom window wh… palms, There came a sound of music, thril… That startled me from slumber with…

Was it for nothing in the years go… O my love, O my friend, You thrilled me with your noble wo… Hope beyond life, and love, love b… Yet now I shudder, and yet you di…

(To——) HAD you lived when a tyrant King Strove to make all the slaves of o… With Nobles and with Churchmen yo… Had stood unflinching, pure and tr…

‘Chant of the Firemen’ ‘THIS is the steamer’s pit. The ovens like dragons of fire Glare thro’ their close-lidded eye… With restless hungry desire.

I TOIL, I toil, as toils a jade… Around the ever-changing changeles… From sunrise on to sunset, till th… That grinds in flour my heart and… And the ropes are loosed, and I m…

An Address on her Jubilee Year MADAM, you have done well! Let… Speech addressed to a woman who ne… Daub you over with lies or deafen… I will praise you alone for your a…

‘HE holds a pistol to my head, Swearing he will shoot me dead, If he have not my purse instead, The robber!’ ‘He, with the lash of wealth and p…

To a Workman, a would-be Suicide MAN of despair and death, Bought and slaved in the gangs, Starved and stripped and left To the pitiful, pitiless night,

SWEETEST, in desperate hours Of clouds and lightning and rain, You came like a vision of flowers And summer and song once again: You came, and I could not receive…

Lord Shaftesbury YOU have done well, we say it. Y… And, of the man that with the righ… Less than the left hand gives, let… He has done something for our wret…

THRO’ the mists of years, Thro’ the lies of men, Your bloody sweat and tears, Your desperate hopes and fears Reach us once again,