All in a bleak December My heart had summer-time; Crouched by the glowing ember, We found an Eden’s clime. The storm that shook the casements

The good Lord gave, the Lord has… Blessed be His name, His holy wil… The mourners all have gone, all sa… The little grave lies lonely in th… Nay! I would not follow, though t…

All day I lie beneath the great p… Whose perfumed branches wave and s… I hear the groaning of its straini… As in the breeze its thin leaves m… Like frantic fingers loosened and…

Blossomed too soon, little daisies… Leaving the sheltering arms of the… The white tears of Winter unshed… And weary-eyed Sorrow to welcome… See, ’twas cold Winter that woke…

A little dog disturbed my trust in… I praised most faithfully All the great things that be, Man’s pain and pleasure even; I said though hard this weighing

Thrice in the night the priest aro… From broken sleep to kneel and pra… ‘Hush, poor ghost, till the red co… And I a Mass for your soul may sa… Thrice he went to the chamber cold…

Why in my neighbour’s garden Are the flowers more sweet than mi… I had never such bloom of roses, Such yellow and pink woodbine. Why in my neighbour’s garden

Here a gentle poet lies, Hurt to death by stinging flies. Hush thy laughter, whisper low. He hath more joy in the swift flig… Of some shy star that flew the nig…

I saw children playing, dancing in… Till a voice came calling, calling… With sad backward glances she went… Hoping they would miss her and so… Pettishly and pouting, ‘Tis not t…

A Ballad Father John in the green lane wen… And he drew his robe full tight, ‘I would,’ quoth he, 'I were home… For there’s evil in the night.

There I cannot find thee, O my lo… In the city’s clamour, In its pleasure’s glamour; ‘Mid the multitude of faces Or the wilderness of places

‘Do you hunt alone to-day, O Red… Pray you tell me, do you hunt all… ‘Ay, I am for the chase, little c… And wish no other spearing save my… ‘And whither are you going, O Red…

Last eve as I leaned from my latt… Where the grey of the sea misted i… Came with quick beating of wings a… Beautiful birds, and I wept, bein… How the wind’s strong invisible ha…

The wind that blows from the west Taps at my window, sighing; But I pull the curtains close, I’ll hear no more its crying. Oh, the north wind, it is good!

Clarissa, when you passed me by With scornful lip and haughty eye, My fault I did deplore, Your anger, like a poisoned dart, Struck death into my guilty heart,