Naked reality, and menace near As fire to scorching flesh, shall… The spirit that sees, with danger—… What it must save or die for; not… Name, but the thing, now doubly, t…

Mother, because thine eyes are sea… And thy cheeks pale, and thy lips… In silence plunged, so fathomlessl… Thou liest, and relaxest all thy w… Is it indeed thy spirit that is fl…

Hither, from thirsty day And stifling labour and the street… To twilight shut away Beyond the soft roar, under hoveri… Hither the gleeful multitudes repa…

Our voices break on a stillness br… Of early morning. Pines upon eith… People the sunshine: deep as eye c… Their lofty throngs in a darkling… Our sandy path, new—washed with ra…

‘O King Amasis, hail! News from thy friend, the King Po… My oars have never rested on the s… From Samos, nor on land my horse’… Till I might tell my tale.’

A woman sat, with roses red Upon her lap before her spread, On that high bridge whose parapet Wide over turbulent Thames is set… Between the dome’s far glittering…

Do kings put faith in fortressed w… Their cities’ gates, as strong to… The constancy of friends is strong… Are lilies pure, that in some vale… Unplucked have blossomed and unpra…

Peace in smooth summer hour Paces the seas awhile; But Peace has built her tower Upon this chosen isle. Scarcely a ripple stirs

When your head leans back slowly,… Muse earnest upon mine and starry… With depths unfathomed that still… And the words fail, and sight with… Whence comes that almost sadness,…

On greenest grass the lace of ligh… Beneath the shadowing tree Trembles, as when eyes more than l… Are smiling silently. Its motion all but motionless

Touched with beauty, I stand stil… In the autumn twilight. Yellow le… The grass enriching, gleam, or wav… From lime and elm: far—glimmering… The quiet lamps in order twinkle;…

The early night falls on the plain In cloud and desolating rain. I see no more, but feel around The ruined earth, the wounded grou… There in the dark, on either side

She was a city of patience; of pro… Dimmed by neglecting Time; of bea… Of acquiescence in the creeping mo… But on a sudden fierce destruction… Tigerishly pouncing: thunderbolt a…

Move onward, Time, and bring us s… From this self—clouding turmoil wh… On others’ errands driven continua… O lead us to our own souls, ere we… We toil for that we love not; thou…

Ah, now this happy month is gone, Not now, my heart, complain, Nor rail at Time because so soon He takes his own again. He takes his own, the weeks, the h…