If I had known you—oh, if I had k… In other days when youth and love… I would have raised a temple to en… On some fair pinnacle of cloudless… If you had touched me then with yo…

It might not be. Some things are… And some impossible for even God. And Esther had no soul which Heav… Could touch by joy or soften by th… She could not really love me. The…

REMINDING HER OF A PROM… Oh, Juliet, we have quarrelled wi… And fate has struck us. Wherefore… We prayed for liberty, and now too… Find liberty is this, to say ‘good…

And so it was that, sitting ever t… Dumb to all speech of those that k… And bare with her sole sorrow in t… And ever watching with sad eyes be… To see if any came with help for h…

The thought of night consoled him.… Natalia was dead only in false dea… The sleeping treason of some false… Some silent mystery of shortened b… Not dead in truth for ever and to…

Sancho Sanchez lay a—dying in the… For his life ebbed with the ebbing… And he lay there as they left him… In his gold embroidered jacket and… But at cockcrow in the morning, wh…

When I hear laughter from a taver… When I see crowds agape and in th… Watching on tiptoe and with stifle… To see a rocket fired or a bull sl… When misers handle gold, when orat…

What is my quarrel with thee, beau… That thus I cannot love thy waves… Or hear thy voice but it tormentet… Why do I hate thee, who art beaut… Beyond all beauty, when the nights…

THE HAUNTED HOUSE How loud the storm blew all that b… The loosened ivy tapping on the pa… Woke me and woke, again and yet ag… Till I was full awake and sat upr…

Since that it may not be, The thing my soul desires, And that Love’s tenderer fires Are doomed to loss and Time’s ste… Ours be it this one day

Oh, pitiful awaking! What was Adr… That it had earned for him such bi… What his soul’s pride that its new… Should find its echo in a dirge li… The chaunters chaunting slow were…

If we had met when leaves were gre… And fate to us less hard had prove… And naught had been of what has be… We might have loved as none have l… If we had met as girl and boy,

HE HAS FALLEN FROM TH… Love, how ignobly hast thou met th… Ill—seasoned scaffolding by which,… With passionate youth and mighty h… To our heart’s heaven, fearing, do…

To Switzerland, the land of lakes… And ancient freedom of ancestral t… And modern innkeepers, who cringe… And venal echoes, and Pans paid t… See, I am come. And here in viney…

A FOREST IN BOSNIA Spirit of Trajan! What a world is… What remnant of old Europe in thi… Of life primaeval rude as in the y… When thy first legions by the Dan…