‘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

There! once again I stand on home… Though round me still there swirls… Leaping athwart the vessel’s track To bid a wanderer welcome back, And though as yet through softenin…

Why, throstle, do you sing In this November haze? Singing for what? for whom? Deem you that it is Spring, Or that your lonely lays

A grizzled owl at midnight moped Where thick the ivy glistened; So I, who long have vainly groped For wisdom, leaned and listened. Its perch was firm, its aspect sta…

She came into the April air, And passed across the silvery lawn… Blithe was her voice, her brow was… And rippled from her radiant hair The glow and glory of the dawn.

My soul is sunk in all-suffusing s… Yet not for any individual sin, But that the world’s original fair… My own land’s most-is not what it… Shrieks of intolerable bondage smi…

There-peace once more; the restles… Of troubled cities dies away. ‘Welcome to our broad shade once m… The dear old woodlands seem to say… The sweet suggestions of the wind,

Though we must die, I would not d… When fields are brown and bleak, When wild-geese stream across the… And the cart-lodge timbers creak. For it would be so lone and drear

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…

‘Tell me again; I did not hear: I… Hush! little one, for mother wants… There! At my breast be good and s… They say that the source is poison… ’I shall bring them to shame, aye…

When Athens challenged Phryne to… Eleusis’ self sufficed not to appa… Her impious tread, and, throned wi… The awful judges frowned on her di… Slowly her lovely limbs she did un…

‘Grandmother dear, you do not know… Under the twittering eaves of home… Rocking cradles, and covering jams… Or piecing together lavender bags… Daughter, wife, and mother in turn…

Why, rapturous bird, though shades… Muffle the leaves and swathe the l… Singest thou still with all thy mi… As though ’twere noon, as though ’… Silence darkens on vale and hill,

Why do you chide me that, when mor… To slumber’s charm, from sleep I… But from my casement watch the mai… Fainting behind her ineffectual sh… Unto the chime by stately planets…

Although no stupid scoffer, I Am wholly at a loss To apprehend the reason why You kiss Lorenzo’s Cross. For though indeed a hundred days’