That was I, you heard last night, When there rose no moon at all, Nor, to pierce the strained and ti… Tent of heaven, a planet small: Life was dead and so was light.

What is he buzzing in my ears? “Now that I come to die, Do I view the world as a vale of… Ah, reverend sir, not I! What I viewed there once, what I…

Said Abner, ‘At last thou art com… ’Kiss my cheek, wish me well!' Th… And he, ‘Since the King, O my fr… ’Neither drunken nor eaten have we… ‘Thou return with the joyful assur…

Frowned the Laird on the Lord: “… Death-doomed by our Law of the Bo… We’ve a gallows outside and a chie… Who trespasses—hangs: all’s in ord… He met frown with smile, did the y…

Of the million or two, more or les… I rule and possess, One man, for some cause undefined, Was least to my mind. II.

Among these latter busts we count… Half-emperors and quarter-emperors… Each with his bay-leaf fillet, loo… Loric and low-browed Gorgon on th… One loves a baby face, with violet…

All that I know Of a certain star, Is, it can throw (Like the angled spar) Now a dart of red,

A PICTURE AT FANO. Dear and great Angel, wouldst tho… That child, when thou hast done wi… Let me sit all the day here, that… Shall find performed thy special m…

HIST, but a word, fair and soft! Forth and be judged, Master Hugue… Answer the question I’ve put you… What do you mean by your mountaino… See, we’re alone in the loft,—

He. AH, the bird-like fluting Through the ash-tops yonder— Bullfinch-bubblings, soft sounds s… What sweet thoughts, I wonder? Fine-pearled notes that surely

If you and I could change to beas… Shall you and I play Jove for onc… Shy wild sweet stealer of the grap… And thus you think to spite your f… So, all men shrink and shun me! D…

Round the cape of a sudden came th… And the sun looked over the mounta… And straight was a path of gold fo… And the need of a world of men for…

That second time they hunted me From hill to plain, from shore to… And Austria, hounding far and wid… Her blood-hounds thro’ the country… Breathed hot and instant on my tra…

Never the time and the place And the loved one all together! This path—how soft to pace! This May—what magic weather! Where is the loved one’s face?

Vanity, saith the preacher, vanity… Draw round my bed: is Anselm keep… Nephews—sons mine . . . ah God, I… She, men would have to be your mot… Old Gandolf envied me, so fair sh…