As strong, as deep, as wide as is… Though by the wind made restless a… By billows fretted and by rocks co… So strong, so deep, so wide my lov… And as the sea; though oft huge wa…

Watchman, watchman, what of the ni… What of the night to tell? The heavens are dark, and never a… But the far-off flicker of Hell. But the steed is in the stall,

Hark! ’tis the rush of the horses, The crash of the galloping gun! The stars are out of their courses… The hour of Doom has begun. Leap from thy scabbard, O sword!

LONG ago, on a bright spring day… I passed a little child at play; And as I passed, in childish glee She called to me, “Come and play… But my eyes were fixed on a far-of…

Oft had I felt, like pure Endymio… Such love for the sweet moon, that… Believed her able on earth to love… With whatso man she set her love u… But as I wandered once when day w…

THE LARK above our heads doth k… A heaven we see not here below; She sees it, and for joy she sings… Then falls with ineffectual wings. Ah, soaring soul! faint not nor ti…

Light falls the rain On link and laine, After the burning day; And the bright scene, Blue, gold, and green,

What have I given, Bold sailor on the sea? In earth or heaven, That you should die for me? What can I give,

The dews were on the hedges, The mist was on the mead, When down among the sedges I wrought my pipe of reed. I blew my pipe with power.

Only to live! There nothing is mo… Only to live! There nothing is mo… Only to live, when flowers are at… And overhead the happy swallows tw… Only to live! There nothing is mo…

White-faced Winter Roses, O’er the grave I plant you Where the dead reposes, That a soul may haunt you, And your ghostly whiteness

She turned the page of wounds and… With trembling fingers. In a brea… The gladness of her life became Naught but a memory and a name. Farewell! Farewell! I might not s…

‘HERE’ Soft benediction of September sun… Voices of children, laughing as th… Green English lawns, bright flowe… And over all the blue embracing sk…

HE came to call me back from deat… To the bright world above. I hear him yet with trembling brea… Low calling, “O sweet love! Come back! The earth is just as f…

Not here in the populous town, In the playhouse or mart, Not here in the ways gray and brow… Bnt afar on the green-swelling dow… Is the home of my heart.