Through many a land your journey r… And showed the best the world can… Now tell me, traveller, if you can… The place that pleased you most." She laid her hands upon my breast,
Let me but feel thy look’s embrace… Transparent, pure, and warm, And I’ll not ask to touch thy fac… Or fold thee with mine arm. For in thine eyes a girl doth rise…
Joyful, joyful, we adore Thee, God of glory, Lord of love; Hearts unfold like flowers before… Praising Thee their sun above. Melt the clouds of sin and sadness…
Let me but live my life from year… With forward face and unreluctant… Not hurrying to, nor turning from… Not mourning for the things that d… In the dim past, nor holding back…
Waking from tender sleep, My neighbour’s little child Put out his baby hand to me, Looked in my face, and smiled. It seemed as if he came
It pleased the Lord of Angels (pr… To hear, one day, report from thos… With pitying sorrow, or exultant j… To tell of earthly tasks in His e… For some were sorry when they saw…
All night long, by a distant bell, The passing hours were notched On the dark, while her breathing r… And the spark of life I watched In her face was glowing or fading,…
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…
The other night I had a dream, mo… And comforting, complete In every line, a crystal sphere, And full of intimate and secret ch… Therefore I will repeat
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…
A flawless cup: how delicate and f… The flowing curve of every jewelle… Look, turn it up or down, 't is pe… But holds no drop of life’s heart—…
When to the garden of untroubled t… I came of late, and saw the open d… And wished again to enter, and exp… The sweet, wild ways with stainles… And bowers of innocence with beaut…
“Two things,” the wise man said, “… The starry heavens and the moral l… Nay, add another wonder to thy rol… The living marvel of the human sou… Born in the dust and cradled in th…
Oh, why are you shining so bright,… And why is the garden so gay? Do you know that my days of deligh… Do you know I am going away? If you covered your face with a cl…
When the frosty kiss of Autumn in… Makes its mark On the flowers, and the misty morn… Over fallen leaves; Then my olden garden, where the go…