Long had I loved this “Attic shap… Of marble maidens round this urn d… But when your golden voice began t… The empty urn was filled with Chi…
I read within a poet’s book A word that starred the page: “Stone walls do not a prison make, Nor iron bars a cage!” Yes, that is true; and something m…
Limber—limbed, lazy god, stretched… Where is sweet Echo, and where is… What are you making here? “Listen… “Out of a river—reed music for man…
I think of thee, when golden sunbe… Across the sea; And when the waves reflect the moo… I think of thee. I see thy form, when down the dist…
Thou warden of the western gate, a… The fogs of doubt that hid thy fac… Thine eyes at last look far and cl… To spread the light of liberty wor… No more thou dreamest of a peace r…
Yours is a garden of old—fashioned… Joyous children delight to play th… Weary men find rest in its bowers, Watching the lingering light of da… Old—time tunes and young love’s la…
With memories old and wishes new We crown our cups again, And here’s to you, and here’s to y… With love that ne’er shall wane! And may you keep, at sixty—seven,
Heart of France for a hundred yea… Passionate, sensitive, proud, and… Quick to throb with her hopes and… Fierce to flame with her sense of… You, who hailed with a morning son…
Lover of beauty, walking on the he… Of pure philosophy and tranquil so… Born to behold the visions that be… To those who dwell in melody and l… Milton, thou spirit delicate and b…
Dear to my heart are the ancestral… Dearer than if they were haunted b… These are the homes that were buil… They are simple enough to be great… I love the old white farmhouses ne…
O garden isle, beloved by Sun and… Whose bluest billows kiss thy curv… Whose amorous light enfolds thee i… That fill with fruit each dark—lea… What hidden hatred hath the Earth…
Knight—errant of the Never—ending… And Minstrel of the Unfulfilled… For ever tuning thy frail earthly… To some unearthly music, and posse… With painful passionate longing to…
Long, long ago I heard a little s… (Ah, was it long ago, or yesterday… So lowly, slowly wound the tune al… That far into my heart it found th… A melody consoling and endearing;
The land was broken in despair, The princes quarrelled in the dark… When clear and tranquil, through t… Of selfish minds and wills that di… Your star arose, Jeanne d’Arc.
A soft veil dims the tender skies, And half conceals from pensive eye… The bronzing tokens of the fall; A calmness broods upon the hills, And summer’s parting dream distill…
