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;

On the sea and at the Hogue, sixt… Did the English fight the French,… And, the thirty-first of May, hel… Like a crowd of frightened porpois… Came crowding ship on ship to St.…

. MARCHING ALONG. 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…

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

All’s over, then: does truth sound… As one at first believes? Hark, ’tis the sparrows’ good-nigh… About your cottage eaves! And the leaf-buds on the vine are…

Marriage on earth seems such a cou… Mere imitation of the inimitable: In heaven we have the real and tru… ’Tis there they neither marry nor… In marriage but are as the angels:…

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…

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…

Here’s my case. Of old I used to… This same unseen friend, before I… Dream there was none like him, non… Wake to hope and trust my dream wa… Loved I not his letters full of b…

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…

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;

. All June I bound the rose in shea… Now, rose by rose, I strip the le… And strew them where Pauline may… She will not turn aside? Alas!

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