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.…

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

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…

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…

Crescenzio, the Pope’s Legate at… —Year Fifteen hundred twenty-two,… On writing letters to the Pope ti… Rose, weary, to refresh himself, a… (I give mine Author’s very words:…

Oh, good gigantic smile o’ the bro… This autumn morning! How he sets… To bask i’ the sun, and thrusts ou… For the ripple to run over in its… Listening the while, where on the…

What is he buzzing in my ears? “Now that I come to die, Do I view the world as a vale of… Ah, reverend sir, not I! What I viewed there once, what I…

Would that the structure brave, th… Bidding my organ obey, calling its… Claiming each slave of the sound,… Armies of angels that soar, legion… Man, brute, reptile, fly,—alien of…

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 rain set early in to—night, The sullen wind was soon awake, It tore the elm—tops down for spit… And did its worst to vex the lake: I listened with heart fit to break…

Dear, had the world in its caprice Deigned to proclaim ‘I know you b… ’Have recognized your plighted tro… Am sponsor for you: live in peace!… How many precious months and years

I said—-Then, dearest, since 'tis… Since now at length my fate I kno… Since nothing all my love avails, Since all, my life seemed meant fo… Since this was written and needs m…

You’ll love me yet!'€”and I can t… Your love’s protracted growing: June reared that bunch of flowers… From seeds of April’s sowing. I plant a heartful now: some seed

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,

A PICTURE AT FANO. Dear and great Angel, wouldst tho… That child, when thou hast done wi… Let me sit all the day here, that… Shall find performed thy special m…