The stag that lifted up his kingly… Upon the silent mountains, and fro… Beneath him heard the confident ha… Of men invading his old solitudes, Then bounding over the rough slope…

Night smiles on me with her stars, Mystic, pure, enchanted, lone. Light, that only heaven discloses, Is in heaven that no cloud mars; Here, through murmuring darkness b…

Host Linger not, linger not, lift your… Mirth shall come, as misery passes… Hark, how the mad wind blows his h… And hunts the laggards in streets…

‘My feet are dead, the cold rain b… ‘Courage, sweet love, this tempest… ‘Yet oh, shall we not rest a littl… This city sleeps; some corner may… Our weary bodies till the storm am…

I lay upon my bed in the great nig… The sense of my body drowsed; But a clearness yet lingered in th… By soft obscurity housed. As an inn to a traveller on a long…

Seven years have flown like seven… Like seven days of shining weather… Since we, forsaking single ways, Trod earth and faced the skies tog… The old is new, the new is old,

It was the very heart of Peace th… In the deep minster—bell’s wide—th… When over old roofs evening seemed… Security this world has never foun… Your cloister looked from Caesar’…

She was a city of patience; of pro… Dimmed by neglecting Time; of bea… Of acquiescence in the creeping mo… But on a sudden fierce destruction… Tigerishly pouncing: thunderbolt a…

Splendours of sunset burned upon t… As from the lane’s deep shade Emerging, a warm grassy plat we fo… Skirting the forest glade, And in the midst a solitary oak.

A wondrous rumour fills and stirs The wide Carmanian Vale; On leafy hills the sunburnt vintag… Stand listening; silent is the ech… Upon the threshing—floors:

A grinding swerve, a hissing spurt… And then a droning through the dir… The tram glides on its wonted way Of everyday, of everyday. Past every corner still the same

To R. G. R. and H. P. P. Let not the mind, that would have… Too much repose on former joy, Nor in pourtraying past delight Her needed, active power employ!

Violets, in what pleasant earth yo… I know not, nor what heavenly mois… To tincture in your petals such di… As seems a pure June midnight’s s… But on her bosom when you breathed…

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…

Tremulous out of that long darknes… Wast thou, O blossom, made Upon the wintry bough? What drew thee to appear, Like a thought in the mind,