City acclaimed from far-off days Fair, and baptized in field of flo… Once more I scan, with eager gaze… Your soaring domes, your storied t… Nigh on eight lustres now have flo…

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…

Here’s to him that grows it, Drink, lads, drink! That lays it in and mows it, Clink, jugs, clink! To him that mows and makes it,

Lo, here among the rest you sleep, As though no difference were ‘Twixt them and you, more wide, mo… Than such as fondness loves to kee… Round each lone sepulchre.

Could you but give me all that I… I should be richer, and you no mor… Companionship beside the household… And common cares that train one to… ’Tis not your senses, but your sel…

Beyond the pasture’s withered bent… Upstanding hop, recumbent fleece, And sheaves of wheat, like weather… A twilight bivouac of peace.

Let me, calm face, remain For ever in these sweet sequestere… Remote from pain, Where leafy laurustinus overlooks The blue abounding main.

Sadder than lark when lowering Clouds defend the sky; Sadder than wild swan pouring Death-notes ere it die; Sadder than winds imploring

‘Why am I deemed an enemy of men Who would beyond Life’s limit lif… If they believe that they will liv… How can it be that I have done th… Is it not I who rout the Winter s…

Where lies Mozart? Tradition show… A likely spot: so much, no more: No words of his own time disclose When crossed He to the Further S… Though later ages, roused to shame…

Good-night! Now dwindle wan and l… The embers of the afterglow, And slowly over leaf and lawn Is twilight’s dewy curtain drawn. The slouching vixen leaves her lai…

Blithe friend! blithe throstle! I… Whom I at last again hear sing, Perched on thy old accustomed boug… Poet-prophet of the Spring? Yes! Singing as thou oft hast sun…

Over the peaceful veldt, Silently, snowflakes fall! Silently, slow, unfelt, Cover the Past with a pall! Brave brother Boers, let us hie

Beside the Convent Gate I stood, Lingering to take farewell of thos… To whom I owed the simple good Of three days’ peace, three nights… My sumpter-mule did blink and blin…

Angels their silvery trumpets blow… At dawn, to greet the Morning Glo… And mortals lift adoring eyes To see the glorious sun arise. Then, winged by Faith, and spurre…