Gone are the aching want, the unce… Mad flight and moaning over batter… And self-contempt whose secret pen… Out of the writhing soul her blood… But use has never taught me to for…

O wistful eyes that haunt the gloo… Are you my own, remembered from th… I sat before my glass in dumb affr… And saw my cowering soul afraid to… Perhaps you are his, foreshadowed,…

The patriot from his walls of bras… Is singing loudly as I pass; With fearless heart and open eyes, He shouts the ancient battle cries… And, where I pause to hear him si…

The spell of Shakespeare fills th… With earthly music loud and low; But Marlowe drives the clouds apa… And through their thundering rifts…

Grant me a moment of peace, Let me but open mine eyes, Forgetting the empire of lies And warfare’s majestic increase Of national folly and hate;

Swags up! and yet I turn upon the… The yellow hill against a dapple s… With tufts and clumps of thorn, th… All through the wonder-pregnant ni… Until the silver stars were merged…

O Merlin, how the magic from your… Bids the world flame about your id… And makes a marvel of the humming… The watchful bush, the starry-haun… Dear, do you know that all such ma…

He, born of my girlhood, is dead,… Ere the breasts where his baby lip… We part. He was mine, he was here… My son who could trample on fear,… As I sat in the darkness, it seem…

How many years, how many years hav… Since in the cool dim parlour sat… Lawson and I and, lounging easily… The beaming indolent poet! Then i… Of labouring weary at the mill, we…

Beside the path, on either hand, To keep the garden beds, The rusted iron pickets stand Thin shafts and pointed heads. And straight my spirit swooping go…

Eternal cold of silence, where eac… Dies in its birth, and Death’s pa… With soft Lethean traps unwary fe… Or ride with hell’s white steed an… Which of us, searching selfward, h…

In the grey dawn I lie within my… Still as a frozen lake that pats n… With murmurous delight the o’erhan… Yet grim thoughts heave obscurely… For curtains I have earthen walls…

While the summer day is hot You and I will loaf awhile, Lolling in a leafy spot, Lali of the cunning smile. You and I have little care

The doom is imminent of unholy hat… Hail to the light that glimmers wh… Are shaken by winds of dawning, an… Of hemlock swirl and scatter in th… Love, that has learned in faith to…

One very rough day on the Pride o… In the scuppers a poor little cabi… When the Bosun drew nigh with wra… And gave him a kick to remember hi… As he cried with a sneer: “What g…