With Alfred and St. Louis he dot… Grander than crowned head’s mortua… His gentle heroic manhood enters i… The ever-flowering common heart fo…

Bright Sirius! that when Orion pa… To dotlings under moonlight still… With cheerful fervour of a warrior… Who holds in his great heart the b… Unquenched of flame though swift t…

She issues radiant from her dressi… Like one prepared to scale an uppe… —By stirring up a lower, much I f… How deftly that oiled barber lays… That long-shanked dapper Cupid wi…

His Lady queen of woods to meet, He wanders day and night: The leaves have whisperings discre… The mossy ways invite. Across a lustrous ring of space,

[Iliad; B. XI V. 378] So he, with a clear shout of laugh… Forth of his ambush leapt, and he… ‘Hit thou art! not in vain flew th… Into the undermost gut, therewith…

They say, that Pity in Love’s ser… A porter at the rosy temple’s gate… I missed him going: but it is my f… To come upon him now beside his we… Whereby I know that I Love’s tem…

A revelation came on Jane, The widow of a labouring swain: And first her body trembled sharp, Then all the woman was a harp With winds along the strings; she…

What may the woman labour to confe… There is about her mouth a nervous… ’Tis something to be told, or hidd… I get a glimpse of hell in this mi… She has desires of touch, as if to…

WHEN by Zeus relenting the manda…    Sentencing to exile the bright… Mindful were the ploughmen of who…    Who: and what a track show’d th… Mindful were the shepherds, as now…

Our Islet out of Helgoland, dismi… From his quaint tenement, quits ha… There lived with us a wagging humo… In that hound’s arch dwarf-legged…

Long with us, now she leaves us; s… Beneath our sacred sod: A woman vowed to Good, whom all a… The daylight gift of God.

Awakes for me and leaps from shrou… All radiantly the moon’s own night Of folded showers in streamer clou… Our shadows down the highway white Or deep in woodland woven-boughed,

Under yonder beech—tree single on… Couched with her arms behind her g… Knees and tresses folded to slip a… Lies my young love sleeping in the… Had I the heart to slide an arm b…

For a Heracles in his fighting ir… follows When ashen he lies and the poets a… done. But to vision alive under shallows…

To sit on History in an easy chai… Still rivalling the wild hordes by… Sure, this beseems a race of lagga… Unwarned by those plain letters sc… If more than hands’ and armsful be…