Where the honeysuckle blows In the summer night, entwined With fresh leaves of the rose, Greenness in gloom divined; Sweet breaths in a mystery conspir…

At Tiro, in her father’s tower, The young Cristina had her bower, Over blue Bolsena’s lake, Where small frolic ripples break Under a grove of sycamore

There is threat in the wind, and a… of water that swells Swift in the hollow: about me a shadow is thrown; For above is no valley sequestered

Time buys no wisdom like the eyes… Though youth itself be blinded wit… As a buoyant swimmer by the bursti… Of the resplendent surge, and know… The marvel of its own heart’s visi…

Now is the time for the burning of… They go to the fire; the nostril p… Wandering slowly into a weeping mi… Brittle and blotched, ragged and r… A flame seizes the smouldering rui…

Man, simple and brave, easily conf… Giving his all, glad of the sun’s… Heeding little of pitiful incomple… Mending life with laughter and che… Where is he?—I see him not, but I…

Green banks and gliding river! What air from what far place Comes down your waters’ face And makes your willows shiver? Over me stole a spell,

Random rock And the stain of the rain, Smell of bracken, The windy moor And the wild cloud,

In a patch of baked earth At the crumbled cliff’s brink, Where the parching of August Has cracked a long chink, Against the blue void

An Ode I walked beside full—flooding Tha… Westward; upon my face the sunset… The hour, the spacious evening, pl… Buoyant the air breathed after rai…

Time, that has crumbled to impoten… Empire on empire, towering in arro… Time, at whose finger invisibly co… Their bannered battalions marched… Time stays motionless when are hea…

Lose me, full, full moment, Like a ripple round, Widening into worlds Beyond earth’s bound. I was walking a gray road

Peacefully fresh, O February morn… Thy winds come to me: quiet the li… Through silver—bosomed clouds, tha… Across the wide heath, endlessly a… Now ’tis that pause before the lea…

A hundred autumns fallen in fire To dust and mould Have faded from their perished gol… To throne thee higher, O Titan pine, that soarest straig…

In the high leaves of a walnut, On the very topmost boughs, A boy that climbed the branching b… His cradled limbs would house. On the airy bed that rocked him