Orion swung southward aslant Where the starved Egdon pine-tree… The Pleiads aloft seemed to pant With the heather that twitched in… But he looked on indifferent to si…

That mirror Which makes of men a transparency, Who holds that mirror And bids us such a breast-bare spe… Of you and me?

To my native place Bent upon returning, Bosom all day burning To be where my race Well were known, ‘twas much with m…

UPON a poet’s page I wrote Of old two letters of her name; Part seemed she of the effulgent t… Whence that high singer’s rapture… —When now I turn the leaf the sam…

Queer are the ways of a man I kno… He comes and stands In a careworn craze, And looks at the sands And in the seaward haze

The sun said, watching my watering…    "Some morn you’ll pass away; These flowers and plants I parch…    Who’ll water them that day? "Those banks and beds whose shape…

It bends far over Yell’ham Plain,    And we, from Yell’ham Height, Stand and regard its fiery train,    So soon to swim from sight. It will return long years hence, w…

“ALIVE?”—And I leapt in my wond… Was faint of my joyance, And grasses and grove shone in gar… Of glory to me. “She lives, in a plenteous well-be…

How do you know that the pilgrim t… Along the belting zodiac Swept by the sun in his seeming ro… Is traced by now to the Fishes’ b… And into the Ram, when weeks of c…

‘A woman never agreed to it!’ said… 'That one thing she’d refuse to do… No woman ever will make herself lo… I did not answer; but I thought,… It took a rare one, true, to do it…

(Durlston Head) Lend me an ear While I read you here A page from your history, Old cliff—not known

How much shall I love her? For life, or not long? “Not long.” Alas! When forget her? In years, or by June?

A forward rush by the lamp in the… And we clasped, and almost kissed; But she was not the woman whom I had promised to meet in the thaw… On that harbour-bridge; nor was I…

   In days when men had joy of war… A God of Battles sped each mortal…    The peoples pledged him heart a…    From Israel’s land to isles af…    His crimson form, with clang an…

I said to Love, “It is not now as in old days When men adored thee and thy ways All else above; Named thee the Boy, the Bright, t…