In the hollow of pale night upon t… The silence blows a perfume: O bu… A sound is in the bosom of the dar… Breathed like a secret from the gl… A vigil of unearthly sound, the se…

Random rock And the stain of the rain, Smell of bracken, The windy moor And the wild cloud,

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…

Cedars, that high upon the untrodd… Of Lebanon stretch out their stub… Through all the tempests of seven… Fast in their ancient place, where… Over the Syrian plains and faint…

‘Haste thee, Harold, haste thee N… Norway ships in Humber crowd. Tall Hardrada, Sigurd’ son, For thy ruin this hath done— England for his own hath vowed.

‘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.’

Find me out a fortress, find Such a mind within the mind As can gather to its source All of life’s inveterate force, Find the hard and secret cell

In misty blue the lark is heard Above the silent homes of men; The bright-eyed thrush, the little… The yellow-billed sweet-voiced bla… Mid sallow blossoms blond as curd

There is a dimness fallen on old f… Our hearts are solemnized with dea… Than Time is bright with: we have… Or read of it in books; it is our… Eyes that have seen this wonder; l…

The rains of yesterday are flown, And light is on the farthest hills… The homeliest rough grass by the s… To radiance thrills; And the wet bank above the ditch,

The Man. O tyrannous Angel, dreadful God, Who taught thee thus to wield thy… So jealous of a happy heart, Thou smot’st our happy souls apart…

A far look in absorbed eyes, unawa… Of what some gazer thrills to gath… Happy voice, singing to itself apa… That pulses new blood through a li… Bowed fortitude; and in an hour of…

Pale are the words I build for my… To house in; pale as the chill mis… An ardent morn. My fire to others… But dimly burns through the frail… I cast but shadows from my inward…

White clouds that rose clouds chas… Till the sky laughs round, blue an… Sunbeams that quivering waves out—… To sparkle kisses on a marble stai… Indolent water that images

The dripping of the boughs in sile… Softly; the low note of some linge… Amid the weeping vapour; the chill… Of solitary evening upon all That stirs and hopes and apprehend…