Heaven strews the earth with snow, That neither friend nor foe May break the sleep of the fast-dy… A world arrayed in white, Late dawns, and shrouded light,

Now upon English soil I soon shal… Homeward from climes that fancy de… And well I know that there will g… No soft foam fawning upon smiling… No scent of orange-groves, no zeph…

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

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.

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…

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:

Latest, earliest of the year, Primroses that still were here, Snugly nestling round the boles Of the cut-down chestnut poles, When December’s tottering tread

Love, wilt thou love me still when… Steals on the tresses of autumnal… When the pale rose hath perished i… And those are wrinkles that are di… Wilt thou, when this fond arm that…

In the ages of Faith, before the… When men were too proud to weep or… There stood in a red-roofed Breto… Snugly nestled 'twixt sea and down… A chapel for simple souls to meet,

Within the hollow silence of the n… I lay awake and listened. I could… Planet with punctual planet chimin… And unto star star cadencing arigh… Nor these alone: cloistered from d…

Ere that I say farewell to youth,… The homely road that leads to life… Let me be sure again I shall not… To taste the bliss you bid me to f… That Spring’s returning raptures…

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…

By the fates that have fastened ou… By the distance that holds us apar… By our passion, its sweetness, its… By the longing and ache of the hea… By our meeting, our parting, our p…

Why should we lodge in marble or i… Spirits more vast than earth, or s… Wiser the silent worshipper that c… Their words for wisdom that will n… Unto the favourite of the passing…

Why do I sit within the spell Of eyes like thine, who oft have k… What ’tis in Beauty’s gaze to dwe… And then-to feel alone: Back be remitted to my cell,