‘Haste thee, Harold, haste thee N… Norway ships in Humber crowd. Tall Hardrada, Sigurd’ son, For thy ruin this hath done— England for his own hath vowed.

Whatever seemed to reign within my… Ere now, or reigned in the true so… Love has dethroned, strong Love h… Like a glad master come to his own… Love is my lord: I call upon his…

Stooping over London, skies convu… With thunder moved: a rumour of st… Hushed them, and birds flew troubl… Up from the West climbing, above… Glowed sullen as copper embossed;…

I saw the Goddess of the Evening… Between two mountain pillars. Tal… Appeared her stature, and her outs… Laid on those luminous cold summit… Touching, and lingered. Earth was…

Naked night; black elms, pallid an… Alone with the passion of the Win… In a hollow of stormy sound lost a… On beaten earth a lost, unmated mi… Marvelling at the stars, few, stra…

The little waves fall in the wintr… On idle sands along the bitter sho… The piling clouds are all a pale s… They tarry and are moved no more. Thin rushes tremble about the nake…

A far look in absorbed eyes, unawa… Of what some gazer thrills to gath… Happy voice, singing to itself apa… That pulses new blood through a li… Bowed fortitude; and in an hour of…

Behold an endless evening over lan… That lapped in vast vales rises up… Into the frozen mountains; evening… With silence, so miraculously clea… That crevices in peaks of distant…

The Mother to her brooding breast Her shrouded baby closely holds, A stationary shadow, drest In shadow, falling folds on folds. With gesture motionless as Night

It was Spring, the sweet Spring,… Suddenly I raised my eyes; and he… He was so beautiful, I could not… For joy I could not speak; I gaze… But all my body trembled, as he sp…

O WORLD, be nobler, for her sak… If she but knew thee what thou art… What wrongs are borne, what deeds… In thee, beneath thy daily sun, Know’st thou not that her tender h…

Effigy mailed and mighty beneath t… That liest asleep with hand upon c… As ready to waken and strong to st… Death, where hosts are shaken and… Here in the pillared peace thy fat…

I have too happy been. Some sad Fate envies me. An arrow she, unseen, Has fitted to her bow, And smiling grim, I know,

Earth, I love thee well; And well dost thou requite me. I have no tongue to tell How this day thou hast thrilled With wonder, to delight me,

What wonder of what hope do you en… Whose eyes are all filled with fut… What shape of more than beauty wou… With desire’s strength out of the… Your bosom is the haunt of holy fe…