Foil’d by our fellow-men, depress’… We leave the brutal world to take… And, Patience! in another life, w… The world shall be thrust down, an… And will not, then, the immortal a…

How changed is here each spot man… In the two Hinkseys nothing keeps… The village street its haunted man… And from the sign is gone Sibylla… And from the roofs the twisted chi…

STILL 1 glides the stream, slow… Under the rustling poplars’ shade; Silent the swans beside us float: None speaks, none heeds—ah, turn t… Let those arch eyes now softly shi…

Yes, now the longing is o’erpast, Which, dogg’d by fear and fought b… Shook her weak bosom day and night… Consum’d her beauty like a flame, And dimm’d it like the desert blas…

Before man parted for this earthly… While yet upon the verge of heaven… God put a heap of letters in his h… And bade him make with them what w… And man has turn’d them many times…

Crouch’d on the pavement close by… A tramp I saw, ill, moody, and to… A babe was in her arms, and at her… A girl; their clothes were rags, t… Some labouring men, whose work lay…

Thou, who dost dwell alone; Thou, who dost know thine own; Thou, to whom all are known, From the cradle to the grave,— Save, O, save!

To die be given us, or attain! Fierce work it were, to do again. So pilgrims, bound for Mecca, pra… At burning noon: so warriors said, Scarf’d with the cross, who watch’…

AND the first grey of morning fil… And the fog rose out of the Oxus… But all the Tartar camp along the… Was hush’d, and still the men were… Sohrab alone, he slept not; all ni…

Yes: in the sea of life enisl’d, With echoing straits between us th… Dotting the shoreless watery wild, We mortal millions live alone. The islands feel the enclasping fl…

We, O Nature, depart, Thou survivest us! this, This, I know, is the law. Yes! but more than this, Thou who seest us die

'Twas August, and the fierce sun… Smote on the squalid streets of B… And the pale weaver through his wi… In Spitalfields, looking thrice d… I met a preacher there I knew, an…

TRISTRAM Raise the light, my Page, that I… Thou art come at last then, haught… Long I’ve waited, long I’ve fough… Late thou comest, cruel thou hast…

Through Alpine meadows soft-suffu… With rain, where thick the crocus… Past the dark forges long disused, The mule-track from Saint Laurent… The bridge is cross’d, and slow we…

Each on his own strict line we mov… And some find death ere they find… So far apart their lives are throw… From the twin soul that halves the… And sometimes, by still harder fat…