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’Tis Christmas weather, and a cou… Receives us: rooms are full: we ca… An attic-crib. Such lovers will n… At that, it is half-said. The gre… Knocks hard upon the midnight’s ho…
If that thou hast the gift of stre… Thy part is to uplift the trodden… Else in a giant’s grasp until the… A hopeless wrestler shall thy soul…
Sharp is the night, but stars with… Leap off the rim of earth across t… It is a night to make the heavens… More than the nest whereto apace w… Lengths down our road each fir—tre…
[Iliad, B. XVII. V. 426] So now the horses of Aiakides, of… Wept, since first they were ware o… Cast down low in the whirl of the… Sooth, meanwhile, then did Autome…
Out in the yellow meadows, where t… Hums by us with the honey of the… And showers of sweet notes from th… Are dropping like a noon-dew, wand… Or is it now? or was it then? for…
Love within the lover’s breast Burns like Hesper in the west, O’er the ashes of the sun, Till the day and night are done; Then when dawn drives up her car -
No, no, the falling blossom is no… Of loveliness destroy’d and sorrow… The blossom sheds its loveliness d… Its mission is to prophecy the fru… Nor is the day of love for ever de…
Sprung of the father blood, the mo… Are they who point our pathway and… They rarely meet; one soars, one w… When they do meet, it is our earth… To see Life’s formless offspring…
Bursts from a rending East in fla… The young green leaflet’s harrier,… To strew the garden, strip the sha… And show our Spring with banner t… Was ever such virago morn?
Sweet as Eden is the air, And Eden-sweet the ray. No Paradise is lost for them Who foot by branching root and ste… And lightly with the woodland shar…
Know you the low pervading breeze That softly sings In the trembling leaves of twiligh… As if the wind were dreaming on it… And have you marked their still de…
(The Death Of Robert Browning) Now dumb is he who waked the world… And voiceless hangs the world besi… Our words are sobs, our cry of pra… We are the smitten mortal, we the…
Rub thou thy battered lamp: nor cl… Honours from aught about thee. Li… Thy frame is as a dusty mantle hun… O grey one! pendant on a loosened… Thou art for this our life an anci…
When the Head of Bran Was firm on British shoulders, God made a man! Cried all beholders. Steel could not resist
A blackbird in a wicker cage, That hung and swung 'mid fruits an… Had learnt the song-charm, to assu… The drearness of its wingless hour… And ever when the song was heard,