You know, we French stormed Ratis… A mile or so away, On a little mound, Napoleon Stood on our storming-day; With neck out-thrust, you fancy ho…

Would that the structure brave, th… Bidding my organ obey, calling its… Claiming each slave of the sound,… Armies of angels that soar, legion… Man, brute, reptile, fly,—alien of…

Stand still, true poet that you ar… I know you; let me try and draw yo… Some night you’ll fail us: when af… You rise, remember one man saw you… Knew you, and named a star!

Now that I, tying thy glass mask… May gaze thro’ these faint smokes… As thou pliest thy trade in this d… Which is the poison to poison her,… He is with her, and they know that…

At the midnight in the silence of… When you set your fancies free, Will they pass to where—by death,… Low he lies who once so loved you,… —Pity me?

Stop rowing! This one of our bye-… O’er a certain bridge you have to… That’s named, “Of the Angel:” lis… The name “Of the Devil” too much… Venetian acquaintance, so—his the…

Verse-making was least of my virtu… Wealth that never yet was but migh… If the life would but lengthen to… So I said, “To do little is bad,… And made verse.

Mr. Alfred Domett, C.M.G., auth… Ranolf and Amohia, 'full of descr… New Zealand scenery.] What’s become of Waring Since he gave us all the slip,

The grey sea and the long black la… And the yellow half—moon large and… And the startled little waves that… In fiery ringlets from their sleep… As I gain the cove with pushing p…

OUT of your whole life give but a… All of your life that has gone bef… All to come after it,—so you ignor… So you make perfect the present,—c… In a rapture of rage, for perfecti…

New Year’s Day at Asolo in the T… Scene.- A large mean airy chamber. A girl… . Day!

I WILL be happy if but for once: Only help me, Autumn weather, Me and my cares to screen, ensconc… In luxury’s sofa-lap of leather! Sleep? Nay, comfort—with just a c…

Overhead the tree-tops meet, Flowers and grass spring 'neath on… There was nought above me, and nou… My childhood had not learned to kn… For what are the voices of birds

Kentish Sir Byng stood for his K… Bidding the crop-headed Parliamen… And, pressing a troop unable to st… And see the rogues flourish and ho… Marched them along, fifty score st…