Thou hast encompassed us, indeed,… With these sad years. Where does… Of this Thy man, made to Thy like… Within the golden mirror of the su… Thou gavest Thy sweet loveliness…

At the grey dawn, amongst the fall… A little bird outside my window sw… High on a topmost branch he trille… And ‘ Ireland! Ireland! Ireland!… “Take me,' I cried, ‘back to my i…

‘Many worlds have I made,’ said t… ‘But this is best of all,’ He slipped the round earth from H… Space held the circling ball. ‘Six days have I laboured,’ said…

Sitting alone in my room, Alone in the gathering gloom, Solitude in the rest of the tomb. While the drip, drip, drip of the… Like tears that are falling in vai…

‘Halt, who goes there?’ 'Tis for… In long processions see what gifts… Here cometh Care with sheaf of tr… And here is Grief with dish of wo… Frail Glory, too, holds out her h…

For that old love I once adored I deck my halls and spread my boar… At Christmas-time. With all the winter’s flowers that… I wreathe my room, and mistletoe

Where the sword has opened the way… ‘Look! they came, the triumphant a… Over yon hill see their weapons pe… Still I spoke not but my wheel se… I closed my eyes for my heart was…

Whose is the voice that will not l… I hear it speak. Where is the shore will gratify my… Show what I seek? Not yours, weak Muse, to mimic th…

I crave of you pardon to-day, Yesterday I was mad when I spoke; But the dream of our friendship wa… And my heart seemed to die when I… I forgot when the fair image grew

Behold! a new white world! The falling snow Has cloaked the last old year And bid him go. To-morrow! cries the oak

It dawned a morn to make a heart d… East was the wind and chill the A… No beast was out save one poor sta… Who for his supper nosed the muddy… Beside the river, where its sluggi…

I know of a thrush’s nest, a prett… I know of a thrush’s nest with thr… It is in the perfumed pine, the ta… It is in the cool dark wood that… I know of a speckled trout, a nobl…

Neighbour! for pity a hound cries… With pleading eyes, with sore and… Neighbour! your pity a poor beast… Hunger and cold are busy in the st… Then, neighbour! pause; ’tis no go…

I am the song, that rests upon the… I am the sun I am the dawn, the day, the hiding… When dusk is done. I am the changing colours of the t…