I found, and plucked, an autumn-bl… And shut my eyes, and scented all… When lo! as in the month the black… Lambs 'gan to bleat, and merle and… Flower of my life! inestimably dea…

Give me thy heart, I leave thee m… But oh! till next our pulses meet, May my fond spirit round thee shin… Absorb thy soul and guide thy feet… And then no more my passion pine,

So at length the word is uttered w… ‘Twixt his teeth, by envy fluttere… And the dogs of war are loosèd, an… That the might of France abusèd m… O thou nation, base, besotted, who…

Though all the world should stand… And leave you to your sorrow, And you from none, or near, or wid… A smile or tear could borrow; I still would stand with arms outs…

Now round red roofs stand russet s… Homeward from gleaning in the stub… High overhead the harsh rook saile… And cupless acorns crackle 'neath… No breeze, no breath, veereth the…

I saw the lark at break of day Rise from its dewy bed, And, winged with melody, away Circle to Heaven o’erhead. I watched it higher and higher soa…

Now let no passing-bell be tolled, Wail now no dirge of gloom; Nor around purple pall unfold The trappings of the tomb! Dead? No, the Artist doth not die…

Now let the cry, ‘To Arms! To Ar… Go ringing round the world; And swift a wave-wide Empire swar… Round Battleflag unfurled! Wherever glitters Britain’s might…

Maiden, with English hair, and ey… The colour of Italian skies, What seek you by this shore? ‘I seek, sir, for the latest home Where Shelley dwelt, and, o’er th…

Will you walk with me to the brow… Whose daughter lies in the churchy… Half a mile by the winding lane, a… There you may lean o’er the gate a… Stop and talk of her girl that is…

I sallied afield when the bud firs… And the sun first slanteth hotly, And I came on a yokel in cap and… And a suit of saffron motley. He was squat on a bank where a sel…

Hush! or you’ll wake her. Softly… She slumbers in her little bed. What do I see? A coffin! Dead? Yes, dead at break of morning. No, no, it cannot, cannot be!

Lady! in this night of June Fair like thee and holy, Art thou gazing at the moon That is rising slowly? I am gazing on her now:

All hail to the Czar! By the frin… That thunders, untamed, around Al… See multitudes throng, dense as se… Is betwixt the deaf rocks and the… And across the ridged waters stand…

I stand within the Abbey walls, Where soft the slanting sunlight f… In gleams of mellow grace: The organ swells, the anthem soars… And waves of prayerful music pours