HEAP cassia, sandal-buds and str… Of labdanum, and aloe-balls, Smear’d with dull nard an Indian… From out her hair: such balsam fal… Down sea-side mountain pedestals,

All I believed is true! I am able yet All I want, to get By a method as strange as new: Dare I trust the same to you?

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

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…

I SPRANG to the stirrup, and J… I galloped, Dirck galloped, we ga… ‘Good speed!’ cried the watch, as… ‘Speed!’ echoed the wall to us gal… Behind shut the postern, the light…

Oh, what a dawn of day! How the March sun feels like May! All is blue again After last night’s rain, And the South dries the hawthorn-…

Christ God who savest man, save m… Of men Count Gismond who saved me… Count Gauthier, when he chose his… Chose time and place and company To suit it; when he struck at leng…

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…

[SPAIN.] It is a lie—-their Priests, their… Their Saints, their... all they f… Are lies, and lies—-there! through… And ceiling, there! and walls and…

OVER the sea our galleys went, With cleaving prows in order brave To a speeding wind and a bounding…    A gallant armament: Each bark built out of a forest-tr…

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;

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…

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…

O the old wall here! How I could… Life in a long midsummer day, My feet confined to a plot of gras… My eyes from a wall not once away! And lush and lithe do the creepers…

Just for a handful of silver he le… Just for a riband to stick in his… Found the one gift of which fortun… Lost all the others she lets us de… They, with the gold to give, doled…