The grand cortège of glory and yo… flaunt standards, and the flood of… I alone linger, a regretful guest, here where the hostelry has crumbl… emptied of warmth and life, and th…

Thou cricket, that at dusk in the… all that, alack! my sickly garden… silverest the brown air with thy l… now eve is sharp, I, hearkening, d… the home my exiled heart hath some…

The hollow crystal of my winter dr… and silences, where thought for wo… shimmer’d within the icy mirror-gl… vanishes down the flood of broader… The royal weft of arduous device

Quis Pro Domino? Vengeance is mine, saith the Lord… Ay’ verily: and by ministry of suc… As did His will upon the Saracen: And Christendom owns not that man…

Each day I see the long ships com… and the people crowding to their r… because to have been alone with th… of anything happening in any crowd… and to have heard no other voice t…

Dawns of the world, how I have kn… so many, and so varied, and the sa… dawns o’er the timid plains, or in… of the arm’d hills, or by the unsl… a chill touch on the chill flesh o…

Spring-ripple of green along the w… keen plash of aery waves that play… and in my heart thy dreamy smart, O distant day! Oh whisper hidden in the spring

Dies Dominica! the sunshine burns strong incense on the breathing fi… lucid, intense, all colour towards… that souls of flowers on the air a… What claustral joy to-day is on th…

The yellow gas is fired from stree… past rows of heartless homes and h… dead churches, and the unending pa… by crowds - say rather, haggard sh… round nightly haunts of their delu…

Under a sky of uncreated mud or sunk beneath the accursed stree… is added up of cupboard-musty week… and ring’d about with walls of ugl… some narrow world of ever-streamin…

MY heart was wandering in the san… a restless thing, a scorn apart; Love set his fire in my hands, I clasp’d the flame unto my heart. Surely, I said, my heart shall tu…

And shall the living waters heed our vain desire, insensate Art! and fill the common dust I knead upgather’d from the trodden mart? As well might they forsake their c…

When the spring mornings grew more… early I woke from dream that told of dreaded parting and the cold of the gray dawns when I should lo… to see once more that clear light…

Deep mists of longing blur the lan… as in your late October eve: almost I think your hand might lea… its old caress upon my hand— for sure this floating world of dr…

An hour’s respite; once more the h… the thunderwheels of passion thro’… distantly musical, vaporously agle… about my old pain leave nought but a soft enchantment, ves…