Faces of blank decorum, and bald h… And the drone of a voice saying wh… Words like cobwebs, scarcely stirr… Loosely hanging, gray in an unswep… Thoughts belonging to nobody, like…

In a vision of the night I saw th… In the battles of the night. ‘Mid the roar and the reeling shad… They were moving like light, Light of the reason, guarded

Dear is the newly won, But O far dearer the for ever los… He that at utmost cost His utmost deed hath done The lost one to recover, and in va…

O WORLD, be nobler, for her sak… If she but knew thee what thou art… What wrongs are borne, what deeds… In thee, beneath thy daily sun, Know’st thou not that her tender h…

Never were towers so fair, so bold… Passionately springing, arrogant t… Nor air so blue over roofs so old, Nor on ancient walls so rare a gol… When I found my love among the fl…

Morn like a thousand shining spear… Terrible in the East appears. O hide me, leaves of lovely gloom, Where the young Dreams like lilie… What is this music that I lose

So late the rustling shower was he… Yet now the aëry west is still. The wet leaves flash, and lightly… Great drops out of the lilac spill… Peacefully blown, the ashen clouds

By the warm road—side, where chest… The brightness shaded, supine, at… A felon, freed that morn, Lay idle, and wondered, gazing up… O strange no more to be one of a b…

Gaunt on the cloudy plain Stand the great Stones, Dwarfed in the vast reach Of a sky that owns All the measure of earth

Day begins cold and misty on soile… That frost has ridged and crusted.… Comes, then a shape emerges from t… Without haste, trudging tracks the… With his breath white upon the air…

On Kennack Sands the sun Shines, and the fresh wind blows, Moulding pale banks anew, Where the sea—holly grows. Waters softly blue

Where is all the beauty that hath… Where the bloom? Dust on boundless wind? Grass dro… Shall Earth boast at last of all… All that suffered, all that triump…

O that I had a tongue, that could… Half of that peace thou ownest, da… A slumber, shaded with the heavine… That droops thy leaves, hangs deep… Far off, the evening light

Love grasps my heart in a net Like the strong roots of a flower; So surely his root is set In my spirit, to hold me with powe… Yet to—night, O forgive me, Dear!

A hundred autumns fallen in fire To dust and mould Have faded from their perished gol… To throne thee higher, O Titan pine, that soarest straig…