So, without overt breach, we fall… Tacitly sunder—neither you nor I Conscious of one intelligible Why… And both, from severance, winning… So, with resigned and acquiescent…

They wrong’d not us, nor sought 'g… The bitter battle. On their God t… For succour, deeming justice to ab… In heaven, if banish’d from earth’… And when they rose with a gall’d l…

‘NOT ours,’ say some, 'the though…    Asking no heaven, we fear no fa… Life is a feast, and we have banqu…    Shall not the worms as well? ‘The after-silence, when the feast…

Friend, in whose friendship I am… A debt not time may cancel is your… For was it not your praise that ea… On me obscure, that chivalrous reg… Ev’n his, who, knowing fame’s firs…

Dawn - and a magical stillness: on… On the waters a vast Content, as… In the heavens a silence that seem… But a thing with form and body, a… Yet I know that I dwell in the mi…

Well he slumbers, greatly slain, Who in splendid battle dies; Deep his sleep in midmost main Pillowed upon pearl who lies. Ease, of all good gifts the best,

Scentless flow’rs I bring thee-ye… In thy bosom be they set; In thy bosom each one grows Fragrant beyond any rose. Sweet enough were she who could,

Often ornateness Goes with greatness; Oftener felicity Comes of simplicity. Talent that’s cheapest

The mighty poets from their flowin… Dispense like casual alms the care… Through throngs of men their lonel… Let fall their costly thoughts, no… Not mine the rich and showering ha…

Nay, bid me not my cares to leave, Who cannot from their shadow flee. I do but win a short reprieve, ‘Scaping to pleasure and to thee. I may, at best, a moment’s grace,

Who draws to-day the unrighteous s… Behold him stand, the Man Forswor… The warrior of the faithless word, The pledge disowned, the covenant… Who prates of honour, truth, and t…

I made a little song about the ros… And sang it for the rose to hear, Nor ever marked until the music’s… A lily that was listening near. The red red rose flushed redder wi…

Had I the fabled herb That brought to life the dead, Whom would I dare disturb In his eternal bed? Great Grenville would I wake,

A fearful and a lovely thing is S… And mighty store of secrets hath i… And those there were of old who we… What meant his fearfulness and lov… And all his many shapes of life an…

Come hither, who grow cloyed to su… With lyric draughts o’ersweet, fro… On Hybla not Parnassus mountain:… With beakers rinsed of the dulcifl… Hither, and see a magic miracle