Like a long arrow through the dark… Bearing me far away, after a perfe… Wakeful with all the sad—sweet mem… I lift the narrow window—shade and… Lonely the land unknown, and like…
If on the closed curtain of my sig… My fancy paints thy portrait far a… I see thee still the same, by nigh… Crossing the crowded street, or mo… 'Mid festal throngs, or reading by…
Heart of France for a hundred yea… Passionate, sensitive, proud, and… Quick to throb with her hopes and… Fierce to flame with her sense of… You, who hailed with a morning son…
One sail in sight upon the lonely… And only one, God knows! For neve… But mine broke through the icy gat… These waters, greater grown than a… We left the shores of England. We…
Hours fly, Flowers die: New days, New ways: Pass by!
If I have erred in showing all my… And lost your favour by a lack of… If standing like a beggar at your… With naked feet, I have forgot th… Of those who bargain well in passi…
O wonderful! How liquid clear The molten gold of that ethereal t… Floating and falling through the w… A hermit—hymn poured out for God… 0 holy, holy, holy! Hyaline,
Stand fast, Great Britain! Together England, Scotland, Irel… One in the faith that makes a migh… True to the bond you gave and will… And fearless in the fight for cons…
God said, “I am tired of kings,”— But that was a long while ago! And meantime man said, “No,— I like their looks in their robes… So he crowned a few more,
Let me but love my love without di… Nor wear a mask of fashion old or… Nor wait to speak till I can hear… Nor play a part to shine in others… Nor bow my knees to what my heart…
Yes, it was like you to forget, And cancel in the welcome of your… My deep arrears of debt, And with the putting forth of both… To sweep away the bars my folly se…
O youngest of the giant brood Of cities far—renowned; In wealth and power thou hast pass… Thy rivals at a bound; And now thou art a queen, New Yor…
A mocking question! Britain’s ans… Swift as the light and searching a… “Yes, for a scrap of paper we will… Till our last breath, and God def… ”A scrap of paper where a name is…
When Stiivoren town was in its pr… And queened the Zuyder Zee, Its ships went out to every clime With costly merchantry. A lady dwelt in that rich town,
How blind the toil that burrows li… In winding graveyard pathways unde… For Browning’s lineage! What if m… Poor footmen or rich merchants on… Of his forbears? Did they beget h…