In robes of Tyrian blue the King… A jewelled collar shone upon his b… A giant ruby glittered in his crow… Lord of rich lands and many a sple… In him the glories of an ancient l…
Once, only once, I saw it clear,… That Eden every human heart has d… A hundred times, but always far aw… Ah, well do I remember how it see… Through the still atmosphere
Across a thousand miles of sea, a… Along a path I had not traced and… I travelled fast and far for this,… A pilgrim knowing not the shrine w… A mariner without a dream of what…
“Do you give thanks for this? —or… No, God be thanked I am not grateful In that cold, calculating way, wit… As one, two, three, and four, —tha…
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…
Give us a name to fill the mind With the shining thoughts that lea… The glory of learning, the joy of… A name that tells of a splendid pa… In the long, long toil and the str…
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…
Time is Too Slow for those who Wait, Too Swift for those who Fear, Too Long for those who Grieve, Too Short for those who Rejoice;
Like a long arrow through the dark… Bearing me far away, after a perfe… Wakeful with all the sad—sweet mem… I lift the narrow window—shade and… Lonely the land unknown, and like…
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…
Hours fly, Flowers die: New days, New ways: Pass by!
If I have erred in showing all my… And lost your favour by a lack of… If standing like a beggar at your… With naked feet, I have forgot th… Of those who bargain well in passi…
One sail in sight upon the lonely… And only one, God knows! For neve… But mine broke through the icy gat… These waters, greater grown than a… We left the shores of England. We…
I love thine inland seas, Thy groves of giant trees, Thy rolling plains; Thy rivers’ mighty sweep, Thy mystic canyons deep,
In the pleasant time of Pentecost… By the little river Kyll, I followed the angler’s winding pa… Or waded the stream at will, And the friendly fertile German l…