How long shall Splendid Guilt man… See Conqueror after Conqueror fur… Across the Past! ambitious each t… Time’s most unrighteous Victory,… Unequalled Sway, and make their A…

WHERE Beauty is smiling With Love undenied, Where Gladness is flowing From Pleasure’s hill-side, Whatever of charming

I dreamed I was a sculptor, and h… Out of a towering adamantine crag A mighty figure, stately, giant-li… And with the face of a Homeric go… Planted aloft upon the levelled co…

Who doubteth, when the morning sta… Her lamp of beauty, that the day i… Or, where prime odours track the b… That rare flowers in the vicinage… Or, where the wild bees all about…

Fair as the Day!—a genial day ser… Of early Summer, when the living… Seems God’s own breath, and Flowe… To the warm light, look smiling fo… The heapy folds of Nature’s mantl…

IT WAS a tale of passion that we… Of two who loved, not happily, but… And evermore her gentle breast did… Like a twin-billow,—for her feelin… Upon its rhythmic grief—and brimmi…

DOWNWARD, through the blooming… Of a lonely forest bower, Come the yellow sunbeams,—falling Like a burning shower: So through heaven’s starry ceiling

How I hate those modern Poems Vaguer, looser than a dream! Pointless things that look like po… Only, to some held-back theme! Wild unequal, agitated,

THE PAST is flowing through my… Flowing like a sea; With all its billows dancing brigh… Over what?—an undermight Of darkling loss and destiny.

Part I HOW wonderful are dreams! If the… As some have said, the thin disjoi… Of thoughts or feelings, long fore… All interweaving, set in ghostly a…

I was one so deeply drowned, That when the drag my body found, Twas void of motion, void of breat… And to sensation dead as death. In a languid summer mood

As one who o’er Arabian Wildernes… Hath toiled a long and Spirit-wea… And now athirst, desires the gleam… Of some known Spring,—and ’mid th… And fiery sand, remembers too, to…

STANDING alone, a study in its… How Shakespeare’s volume glorifie… For thence his spirit forth on min… Like a great morning on the hills… Sphered in the light of his creati…

LONG ere I knew thee—years of lo… A shape would gather from my dream… The soul-sweet influence of its ge… Into my heart, to thrill it to the… Then would I wake, with lonely he…

SHALL we sing of Loyalty To the far South’s fiery youth? Yea—but let the pæan be Of loyalty to God and Truth: To Man, to progress, and to all