Because I failed, shall I asperse… With scorn or doubt, my failure to… ‘Gainst arduous Truth my feeble f… Like that worst foe, a vain splene… Deem’st thou, self-amorous fool, t…

‘One more embrace! Then, o’er the… And nobly play the soldier’s part!… Thus sounds, amid the martial stra… The Spartan Mother’s patriot hear… She hides her woe,

Let not the roses lie Too thickly tangled round my tomb, Lest fleecy clouds that skim the s… Flinging their faint soft shadows,… And know not over whom.

Look up, desponding hearts! See,… From out her tents behind the scre… And speeds her glittering lances o… Where hostile mists, unconscious,… Roused from their vain security, t…

Once again, banners, fly! Clang again, bells, on high, Sounding to sea and sky, Longer and louder, Mafeking’s glory with

When for a buonamano Cometh, at break of day, Knock at the terzo piano, A little voice answers, Chi è? ‘I, the facchino, awaiting

Now where the bare sky spans the l… Up long brown fallows creeps the s… Scattering the seed-corn that must… Till by Spring’s carillon awakene… Ruffling the tangles of his thicke…

When friends grown faithless, or t… Withdrawing from my life the love… Breed in my heart disdainful disco… And sadden sunshine with a sense o… Then I, forgetting to be wise and…

Since we the march of Time can no… Keep you in step with him till Ti… Thus will you journey with more ea… Nor mar the rhythm that you cannot… Nor ever yearn impatiently to reap

‘You ask me why I envy not The Monarch on his throne. It is that I myself have got A Kingdom of my own: Kingdom by Free Will divine

Now let me praise the Lord, The Lord, the Maker of all! I will praise Him on timbrel and… Will praise Him, whatever befall. For the Heavens are His, and the…

‘Why have you silent been so long?… In tones of mild rebuke you ask. Know you not, kindly friend, that… Is the ‘Gay Science,’ not a task? It is but when it pleaseth God

Time, thou supreme inexorable Jud… Whom none can bribe, and none can… Who unto party rancour, private gr… Calmly opposeth equitable law, Before whom advocacy vainly strive…

Dead! Is she dead? And all that light extinguished! Mend your words, Those gropings of the blind along… Where all the Heavens are shining…