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In the time of wild roses As up Thames we travelled Where 'mid water—weeds ravelled The lily uncloses, To his old shores the river
O sorrowful thought! But one more… And our ways part, perhaps no more… And must we, then, less dear Grow to each other, as the swift d… Look, as two boughs from one stem…
Angered Reason walked with me A street so squat, unshapen, bald, So blear—windowed and grimy—walled… So dismal—doored, it seemed to be The abortion of a mind that had
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…
Lovely word flying like a bird acr… When winter is over and songs are… Peace, with the colour of the dawn… A music to the ears, a wonder to t… Peace, bringing husband back to wi…
Coloured like Atlantic wave To whose curve the bright air gave Splendour, and the unfathomed blue Mystery of nameless hue; If to others you but shine
The winds of all the world bring a… Day by day, hour by hour, into our… Not only desolation, blood, and te… But cloud on cloud of suffocating… The human strives with the inhuman…
Pale was the early day, Fog—white the winter air, When up a hill—side bare, Roughened with rimy grass, I took my thoughtless way.
O’er the round throat her little h… Its gay delight upbuoys: A harebell in the breeze of June Hath such melodious poise; And chiming with her heart, my hea…
Out of the dusk of distant woods All round beneath the April skies Blossom—white, the cherry trees Like lovely apparitions rise, Like spirits strange to this ill w…
No more of sorrow, the world’s old… Nor war of thronging spirits numbe… Immortal ardours in brief days con… No more the languid fever of manki… To—day I sing: ’tis no melodious…
As a swallow that sits on the roof… I gaze on the world aloof; In the silence, when men lie sleep… I hear the noise of weeping: The tears, by Day derided,
The rain was ending, and light Lifting the leaden skies. It shone upon ceiling and floor And dazzled a child’s eyes. Pale after fever, a captive
O you that facing the mirror darkl… In the shadowed corner, loiter shy… To ask of your own sad eyes a comf… Before you brave the pathless worl… Not first to—night invades your sp…
It was Spring, the sweet Spring,… Suddenly I raised my eyes; and he… He was so beautiful, I could not… For joy I could not speak; I gaze… But all my body trembled, as he sp…