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.

‘Know, Nature, like the cuckoo, l… Placing her eggs in whatso nest sh… And when, at callow-time, you thin… The sparrow’s stationary chirp, lo… Voyaging voice to glorify the Spr…

How shall we comfort the Dying Ye… Beg him to linger, or bid him go? The light in his eyes burns dim an… His hands are clammy, his pulse be… He wanders and mumbles, but doth n…

The popinjay screamed from tree to… Then was lost in the burnished lea… The sky was as blue as a southern… And the swallow came back to the e… So I followed the sound of pipe a…

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…

Poor little mite with mottled brea… Half-fledged, and fallen from the… For whom this world hath just begu… Who want to fly, yet scarce can ru… Why open wide your yellow beak?

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…

‘The smiling slopes with olive gro… Now darkly green, now, as the bree… Spectral and white, as though the… With elfin branches laced with gos… And then so faint, the eye could s…

Kacelyevo’s slope still felt The cannon’s bolt and the rifles’… For a last redoubt up the hill rem… By the Russ yet held, by the Turk… Mehemet Ali stroked his beard;

If I to you but sorrow bring, But aching hours and brackish tear… And that poor drooping Hope whose… Flags ‘neath the weight of cloggin… Then let me in the desert hide

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…

The lights of Mesolongi gleam Before me, now the day is gone; And vague as leaf on drifting stre… My keel glides on. No mellow moon, no stars arise;

‘Why, on this drear December morn… Dost thou, lone Misselthrush, reh… The corals have been rifled from t… The pastures lie undenizened and l… And everywhere around there seems…

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…

The last warm gleams of sunset fad… From cypress spire and stonepine d… And, in the twilight’s deepening s… Lingering, I scan the wrecks of R… Husht the Madonna’s Evening Bell…