To whom but you, dear Friend, should I dedicate verses—some few written, all of them supervised, in the comfort of your presence, and with yet another experience of the gracious hospita...
“THE Poet’s age is sad: for why? In youth, the natural world could… No common object but his eye At once involved with alien glow— His own soul’s iris-bow.
WOE, he went galloping into the w… Clara, Clara! Let us two dream: shall he ’scape… Scarcely disfigurement, rather a g… Making for manhood which nowise we…
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…
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…
WHAT girl but, having gathered f… Stript the beds and spoilt the bow… From the lapful light she carries Drops a careless bud?—nor tarries To regain the waif and stray:
“So say the foolish!” Say the foo… “Flower she is, my rose”—or else,… Or perhaps, “Yon maid-moon, bless… That art thou!”—to them, belike: n… “Hush, rose, blush! no balm like b…
ALL the breath and the bloom of t… All the wonder and wealth of the m… In the core of one pearl all the s… Breath and bloom, shade and shine,… Truth, that’s brighter than gem,
A SIMPLE ring with a single sto… To the vulgar eye no stone of pric… Whisper the right word, that alone… Forth starts a sprite, like fire f… And lo, you are lord (says an Eas…
OTHERS may need new life in Hea… Man, Nature, Art—made new, assume… Man with new mind old sense to lea… Nature,—new light to clear old glo… Art that breaks bounds, gets soari…
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…
Last night I saw you in my sleep: And how your charm of face was cha… I asked, “Some love, some faith y… You answered, “Faith gone, love e… Whereat I woke—a twofold bliss:
We two stood simply friend-like si… Viewing a twilight country far and… Till she at length broke silence.… Yonder, the ruin o’er this vale of… The West’s faint flare behind it…
So, the three Court-ladies began Their trial of who judged best In esteeming the love of a man: Who preferred with most reason was… Boy-Cupid’s exemplary catcher and…
Crescenzio, the Pope’s Legate at… —Year Fifteen hundred twenty-two,… On writing letters to the Pope ti… Rose, weary, to refresh himself, a… (I give mine Author’s very words:…
What, he on whom our voices unanim… Made Pope at our last Conclave?… His father earned the daily bread… So much the more his boy minds boo… Becomes first Deacon, and then Pr…
He was the man—Pope Sixtus, that… He knew the right thing, did it, a… But of all he had to thank for, my… To thinking, what most moved him w… For one day, as his wont was, in j…
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…
A. You blame me that I ran away? Why, Sir, the enemy advanced: Balls flew about, and—who can say But one, if I stood firm, had gla… In my direction? Cowardice?
She. Yet womanhood you reverence, So you profess! He. Wi… She. Of which fact this is eviden… To help Art-study,—for some dole
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…
This strange thing happened to a p… Viterbo boasts the man among her s… Of note, I seem to think: his rea… Picked up its precepts in Cortona… That’s Pietro Berretini, whom the…
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
What it was struck the terror into… This, Publius: closer! while we w… I’ll tell you. Water’s warm (they… At the eighth hour, till when no u… Here in the vestibule where now we…
My father was a scholar and knew… When I was five years old, I aske… “What do you read about?” “The siege of Troy.” “What is a siege, and what is Tro…
How I lived, ere my human life be… In this world of yours,—like you,… When my home was the Star of my G… Come then around me, close about, World-weary earth-born ones! Dark…
I know there shall dawn a day —Is it here on homely earth? Is it yonder, worlds away, Where the strange and new have bir… That Power comes full in play?
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?
