“Thou thoughtest that I was altog… (David, Psalms 50.21) ['Will sprawl, now that the heat o… Flat on his belly in the pit’s muc… With elbows wide, fists clenched t…

You know, we French stormed Ratis… A mile or so away, On a little mound, Napoleon Stood on our storming-day; With neck out-thrust, you fancy ho…

Nobly, nobly Cape Saint Vincent… Sunset ran, one glorious blood-red… Bluish 'mid the burning water, ful… In the dimmest North-east distanc… “Here and here did England help m…

LAST night I saw you in my sleep… And how your charm of face was cha… I asked ‘Some love, some faith yo… You answered ‘Faith gone, love es… Whereat I woke—a twofold bliss:

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…

If one could have that little head… Painted upon a background of pale… Such as the Tuscan’s early art pr… No shade encroaching on the matchl… Of those two lips, which should be…

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…

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,

AN OLD STORY. It was roses, roses, all the way, With myrtle mixed in my path like… The house-roofs seemed to heave an… The church-spires flamed, such fla…

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…

SHE: Yet womanhood you reverence… So you profess! HE: With heart and soul. SHE: Of which fact this is evide… To help Art-study,- for some dole

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;

Escape me? Never— Beloved! While I am I, and you are you, So long as the world contains us b…

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…