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I LOOK into my glass, And view my wasting skin, And say, “Would God it came to pa… My heart had shrunk as thin!” For then, I, undistrest
A plain tilt-bonnet on her head She took the path across the leaze… —Her spouse the vicar, gardening,… ‘Too dowdy that, for coquetries, So I can hoe at ease.’
Who, then, was Cestius, And what is he to me? - Amid thick thoughts and memories m… One thought alone brings he. I can recall no word
(Durlston Head) Lend me an ear While I read you here A page from your history, Old cliff—not known
The church flings forth a battled… Over the moon-blanched sward: The church; my gift; whereto I pa… My all in hand and hoard; Lavished my gains
In his early days he was quite sur… When she told him she was compromi… By meetings and lingerings at his… And thinking not of herself but hi… While she lifted orbs aggrieved an…
The Roman Road runs straight and… As the pale parting-line in hair Across the heath. And thoughtful… Contrast its days of Now and Then… And delve, and measure, and compar…
THIS love puts all humanity from… I can but maledict her, pray her d… For giving love and getting love o… Feeding a heart that else mine own… How much I love I know not, life…
UPON a noon I pilgrimed through A pasture, mile by mile, Unto the place where I last saw My dead Love’s living smile. And sorrowing I lay me down
Southampton Docks: October 189… Here, where Vespasian’s legions s… And Cendric with the Saxons enter… And Henry’s army lept afloat to w… Convincing triumphs over neighbori…
If seasons all were summers, And leaves would never fall, And hopping casement-comers Were foodless not at all, And fragile folk might be here
(After passing Sirmione, April 18… Sirmio, thou dearest dear of stran… That Neptune strokes in lake and… With what high joy from stranger l… Doth thy old friend set foot on th…
Here, where Vespasian’s legions s… And Cerdic with his Saxons entere… And Henry’s army leapt afloat to… Convincing triumphs over neighbour… Vaster battalions press for furthe…
How she would have loved A party to—day!— Bright-hatted and gloved, With table and tray And chairs on the lawn
To M. H. WE passed where flag and flower Signalled a jocund throng; We said: “Go to, the hour Is apt!”—and joined the song;