Had I but plenty of money, money… The house for me, no doubt, were a… Ah, such a life, such a life, as o… Something to see, by Bacchus, som… There, the whole day long, one’s l…

(_Prologue to ‘The Two Poets of… Such a starved bank of moss Till, that May-morn, Blue ran the flash across: Violets were born!

I wonder do you feel to—day As I have felt since, hand in han… We sat down on the grass, to stray In spirit better through the land, This morn of Rome and May?

‘We shall soon lose a celebrated b… —_Paris Newspaper_. No, for I’ll save it! Seven years… I passed through Paris, stopped a… To see the baptism of your Prince…

LET’S contend no more, Love, Strive nor weep: All be as before, Love, —Only sleep! What so wild as words are?

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…

The year’s at the spring, And day’s at the morn; Morning’s at seven; The hill-side’s dew-pearled; The lark’s on the wing;

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

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…

OUT of the little chapel I burst Into the fresh night air again. I had waited a good five minutes f… In the doorway, to escape the rain That drove in gusts down the commo…

Where the quiet—coloured end of ev… Miles and miles On the solitary pastures where our… Half—asleep Tinkle homeward thro’ the twilight…

Room after room, I hunt the house through We inhabit together. Heart, fear nothing, for, heart, t… Next time, herself!—not the troubl…

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…

I said—-Then, dearest, since 'tis… Since now at length my fate I kno… Since nothing all my love avails, Since all, my life seemed meant fo… Since this was written and needs m…

NO more wine? then we’ll push bac… A final glass for me, though: cool… We ought to have our Abbey back,… It’s different, preaching in basil… And doing duty in some masterpiece