Heroes, whose days are told, Above whose bodies brave Presses the heavy, cold, And quenching wave! Ye sleep: but your bright fame,

A leaf on the gray sand—path Fallen, and fair with rime! A yellow leaf, a scarlet leaf, And a green leaf ere its time. Days rolled in blood, days torn,

Faces of blank decorum, and bald h… And the drone of a voice saying wh… Words like cobwebs, scarcely stirr… Loosely hanging, gray in an unswep… Thoughts belonging to nobody, like…

Where do you float from, visions t… Subdues with leaden law The dancing fires of the brain?—I… As a king from a tower I saw. There came startled gazelles, beau…

O’er the round throat her little h… Its gay delight upbuoys: A harebell in the breeze of June Hath such melodious poise; And chiming with her heart, my hea…

Shall we but turn from braggart pr… Our race to cheapen and defame? Before the world to wail, to chide… And weakness as with vaunting clai… Ere the hour strikes, to abdicate

The dripping of the boughs in sile… Softly; the low note of some linge… Amid the weeping vapour; the chill… Of solitary evening upon all That stirs and hopes and apprehend…

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…

Rolled in a smouldering mist, wrap… Over ridged roofs, over the buried… That comes and goes Where shadowy London mutters at t… Of meeting streets interminably pl…

O hush, sweet birds, that linger i… Hold in your evening fragrance, we… But drooping branches and leaves t… Darken and cover me over in tender… As a water—lily unclosing on some…

For Mercy, Courage, Kindness, Mi… There is no measure upon earth. Nay, they wither, root and stem, If an end be set to them. Overbrim and overflow,

Hast thou not known them, too, the… Rare moments, such as came to me b… On this clear, breezy evening, whe… Flows through the orchard’s tossin… As though beyond their lifted scre…

Soars still thy spirit, Child of… Dost hear the camps of Europe hum… On eagle wings dost hover nigher At the far rolling of the drum? To see the harvest thou hast sown

My spirit was like the lonely air Before night, Like hovering cloud that’s melted… In the late light, When slow the vast earth—shadows r…

The Man. O tyrannous Angel, dreadful God, Who taught thee thus to wield thy… So jealous of a happy heart, Thou smot’st our happy souls apart…