Si credere dignum est.—Virgil,… Oh, worthy of belief I hold it wa… Virgil, your legend in those stran… No question, that adventure came t… One black night in Arcadia: yes,…

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

HOW very hard it is to be A Christian! Hard for you and me, —Not the mere task of making real That duty up to its ideal, Effecting thus complete and whole,

All I can say is—I saw it! The room was as bare as your hand. I locked in the swarth little lady… From the head to the foot of her—w… ‘No Nautch shall cheat me,’ said…

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

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…

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?

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

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…

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…

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.

I am poor brother Lippo, by your… You need not clap your torches to… Zooks, what’s to blame? you think… What, 'tis past midnight, and you… And here you catch me at an alley’…

I dream of a red-rose tree. And which of its roses three Is the dearest rose to me? II. Round and round, like a dance of s…

I’ve a Friend, over the sea; I like him, but he loves me. It all grew out of the books I wr… They find such favour in his sight That he slaughters you with savage…