She should never have looked at me If she meant I should not love he… There are plenty... men, you call… I suppose... she may discover All her soul to, if she pleases,

THIS was my dream: I saw a Fore… Old as the earth, no track nor tra… Of unmade man. Thou, Soul, explor… Though in a trembling rapture—spac… Immeasurable! Shrubs, turned tree…

There’s a palace in Florence, the… And a statue watches it from the s… And this story of both do our town… Ages ago, a lady there, At the farthest window facing the…

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

Oh Galuppi, Baldassaro, this is v… I can hardly misconceive you; it w… But although I take your meaning,… II. Here you come with all your music,…

['Will sprawl, now that the heat o… Flat on his belly in the pit’s muc… With elbows wide, fists clenched t… And, while he kicks both feet in t… And feels about his spine small ef…

First I salute this soil of the b… Gods of my birthplace, dæmons and… Then I name thee, claim thee for… —Ay, with Zeus the Defender, with… Also, ye of the bow and the buskin…

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…

See, as the prettiest graves will… Our poet’s wants the freshness of… Spite of the sexton’s browsing hor… Have struggled through its binding… Headstone and half-sunk footstone…

Beautiful Evelyn Hope is dead! Sit and watch by her side an hour. That is her book-shelf, this her b… She plucked that piece of geranium… Beginning to die too, in the glass…

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…

Abd-el-Kadr was an Arab Chief of… As I ride, as I ride, With a full heart for my guide, So its tide rocks my side, As I ride, as I ride,

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!

Heap cassia, sandal-buds and strip… Of labdanum, and aloe-balls, Smeared with dull nard an Indian… From out her hair: such balsam fal… Down sea-side mountain pedestals,

Oh, to be in England Now that April’s there, And whoever wakes in England Sees, some morning, unaware, That the lowest boughs and the bru…