Fair Lady Kathleen in her tower Bowed her head like a wounded flow… She wept the weary night away ‘Here I spin for a year and a day… But ’tis for love’s sweet sake,' s…

This is the scene of a man’s despa… From the difficult traits of the f… A shot rang out in the night; deat… And you stood alone, a stranger, a… Coward flesh, brave soul, which wa…

Thrice turned she in her narrow be… His tears disturbed her rest; She kissed the little babe that la… So still upon her breast. ‘Dream well,’ she said, 'my daught…

‘It will be all the same in a thou… And in a thousand years It will be all the same, Whether or no Women’s tears flow,

Come, teasing wind, we will fly, Seek our heart’s desire, you and… Fit comrade for me, Thou breath of liberty, I sigh for the freedom of your win…

Just this one day in all the year Let all be one, let all be dear; Wife, husband, child in fond embra… And thrust the phantom from its pl… No bitter words, no frowning brow,

‘God bless the work,’ said young… She bent her golden head, And in her cheek that was so pale The blood crept rosy red. Quick flew the humming spinning-wh…

‘This is an evil night to go, my s… To the thorn-tree across the fairy… Will you not wait till Hallow Eve… For many are the dangers in your p… ‘I may not wait till Hallow Eve i…

[EASTER, ] Here on my path by s… When life at last held out full ha… When the great dreams of younger y… And dear, dead voices whispered ‘… Ah, cruel blow, from which I stri…

‘Going, going!’ the voice was loud… And, rising, silenced the chatteri… ‘Going! going! shall it be gone?’ The auctioneer held up an old viol… ‘The mute though tarnished is silv…

Who has room for a friend Who has money to spend, And a goblet of gold For your fingers to hold, At the wave of whose hand

I would have wept with the beast, The bird, the blossoming flower, The hundred years of the oak, Or the insect born for an hour, Saying with my soul’s right

When Youth, led on by love and fo… Kissing sweet eyes beyond the allo… That he should turn to labour and… Beyond his window beauty breaks to… O greybeard, pause before thy ange…

When first you came to London Tow… Just five years old, I said—‘He’ll ask for marble hall… All paved with gold!’ I thought—‘He’ll weep, so stricke…

Listen to the tramping! Oh, God o… Can we kneel at prayer, sleep all… While the echo thunders?—God of p… Can we think of prayer—or sleep—so… Million upon million fleeing feet…