ERE from under earth again like f… Ere the holy buds and hoar on oliv… Ere the crescent of the last pale… Shrink, and fall as falls a dead l… Round the hills whose heights the…

From the depths of the green garde… Where the summer in darkness dozes Till autumn pluck from his hand An hour-glass that holds not a san… From the maze that a flower-belt e…

BEYOND the north wind lay the l… Where men dwelt blithe and blamele… With joy’s bright raiment and with… The whitest flock of earth’s mater… None there might wear about his br…

Gone, O gentle heart and true, Friend of hopes foregone, Hopes and hopeful days with you Gone? Days of old that shone

We are not sure of sorrow, And joy was never sure; To-day will die tomorrow; Time stoops to no man’s lure; And love grown faint and fretful,

Fate, out of the deep sea’s gloom, When a man’s heart’s pride grows g… And nought seems now to foredoom Fate, Fate, laden with fears in wait,

NOT ALL disgraced, in that Ital… The imperial German cowered benea… Alone indeed imperial Hildebrand, And felt thy foot and Rome’s, and… And thine, more strong and soverei…

Praise of the knights of old May sleep: their tale is told, And no man cares: The praise which fires our lips is A knight’s whose fame eclipses

CHIEF in thy generation born of… Whom English praise acclaimed as… With eyes that matched the worldwi… For gleam of tears or laughter, te… When thoughts of children warmed t…

NOTHING is better, I well thin… Than love; the hidden well-water Is not so delicate to drink: This was well seen of me and her. I served her in a royal house;

A WILD MOON riding high from c… That sees and sees not, glimmering… Hell’€™s children revel along the… With dirge-like mirth and raiment… A worse fair face than witchcraft’…

THE LARKS are loud above our l… Now the sun’€™s perfume fills thei… With odour like the colour: all th… Is only light and song and wind wh… These twain are blent in one with…

Orpheus, the night is full of tear… And hardly for the storm and ruin… Can even thine eyes be certain of… Who never passed out of thy spirit… But stood and shone before them in…

Soul within sense, immeasurable, o… Insepulchred and deathless, throug… Deep elements may scarce be felt a… Soul within sense. From depth and height by measurers…

HEW hard the marble from the moun… Where hardest night holds fast in… Gems brighter than an April dawn… That his Memnoniah likeness thenc… Revealed, whose hand with high fun…