Thus piteously Love closed what h… The union of this ever—diverse pai… These two were rapid falcons in a… Condemned to do the flitting of th… Lovers beneath the singing sky of…

Young captain of a crazy bark! O tameless heart in battered frame… Thy sailing orders have a mark, And hers is not the name. For action all thine iron clanks

What splendour of imperial station… The Tree of Life, may reach when,… His branching stem points way to u… And skyward still aspires, we see… Who sang for us the Archangelical…

No state is enviable. To the luck… Of some few favoured men I would… I bleed, but her who wounds I wil… Have I not felt her heart as ’twe… Beat thro’ me? could I hurt her?…

In Progress you have little faith… Men will maintain dear interests,… By force, and gentle women choose… Most amorously from the gilded fig… The human heart Bellona’s mad hal…

Follow me, follow me, Over brake and under tree, Thro’ the bosky tanglery, Brushwood and bramble! Follow me, follow me,

’Tis true the wisdom that my mind… Through contemplation from a heart… By many tempests may be stained an… The summer flies it mightily attra… Yet they seem choicer than your so…

Yet it was plain she struggled, an… Of righteous feeling made her piti… Poor twisting worm, so queenly bea… Where came the cleft between us? w… My tears are on thee, that have ra…

O briar-scents, on yon wet wing Of warm South-west wind brushing… You mind me of the sweetest thing That ever mingled frank and shy: When she and I, by love enticed,

‘I play for Seasons; not Eterniti… Says Nature, laughing on her way.… All those whose stake is nothing m… And lo, she wins, and of her harmo… She is full sure! Upon her dying…

I cannot lose thee for a day, But like a bird with restless wing My heart will find thee far away, And on thy bosom fall and sing, My nest is here, my rest is here;…

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…

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…

That march of the funereal Past b… How Glory sat on Bondage for its… How men, like dazzled insects, thr… Still worked their way, and bled t… We know them, as they strove and w…

‘Heigh, boys!’ cried Grandfather… He lifted the crumpled letter, and… Up jumped all the echoing young on… Said, 'Father, before we make noi… The old man glared at him harshly,…