What soul would bargain for a cure… Contempt the nobler agony to kill? Rather let me bear on the bitter i… And strike this rusty bosom with n… It seems there is another veering…

Of men he would have raised to lig… In soul he conquered with those ne… His country’s pride and her abasem… The Man of England circled by the…

See’st thou a Skylark whose glist… Quiver like pulses beneath the mel… Deep in the heart—yearning distanc… Wisdom and beauty and love are the…

When buds of palm do burst and spr… Their downy feathers in the lane, And orchard blossoms, white and re… Breathe Spring delight for Autumn… And the skylark shakes his wings i…

1—I When the South sang like a nighti… Above a bower in May, The training of Love’s vine of fl… Was writ in laws, for lord and dam…

The silence of preluded song - AEolian silence charms the woods; Each tree a harp, whose foliaged s… Are waiting for the master’s touch To sweep them into storms of joy,

Unhappy poets of a sunken prime! You to reviewers are as ball to ba… They shadow you with Homer, knock… With Shakespeare: bludgeons brain… On you the excommunicates of Rhym…

Along the garden terrace, under wh… A purple valley (lighted at its ed… By smoky torch-flame on the long c… Whereunder dropped the chariot), g… A quiet company we pace, and wait

Unto that love must we through fir… Which those two held as breath of… The hands of whom were given in bo… Whom Honour was untroubled to res… Midway the road of our life’s term…

What is the name of King Ringang’… Rohtraut, Beauty Rohtraut! And what does she do the livelong… Since she dare not knit and spin a… O hunting and fishing is ever her…

Sword in length a reaping-hook ama… Harald sheared his field, blood up… ‘Mid the swathes of slain, First at moonrise drank. Thereof hunger, as for meats the k…

Day of the cloud in fleets! O day Of wedded white and blue, that sai… Immingled, with a footing ray In shadow—sandals down our vale!— And swift to ravish golden meads,

One fairest of the ripe unwedded l… Her shadow on the Sage’s path; he… By common signs, that she had done… He could have made the sovereign h… With questions of the wherefore of…

We who have seen Italia in the th… Half risen but to be hurled to gro… Like a ripe field of wheat where o… All bounteous as she is fair, we t… Who blew the breath of life into h…

A roar thro’ the tall twin elm-tre… The mustering storm betrayed: The South-wind seized the willow That over the water swayed. Then fell the steady deluge