Move onward, Time, and bring us s… From this self—clouding turmoil wh… On others’ errands driven continua… O lead us to our own souls, ere we… We toil for that we love not; thou…

Now in thy splendour go before us. Spirit of England, ardent-eyed, Enkindle this dear earth that bore… In the hour of peril purified. The cares we hugged drop out of vi…

When we are parted, the world ails… Life wants, the pulse of it falls… The wind stings, and the clouds ro… Wishes fly far as absent sails; And in the mind old mournful tales

This is the man who, sole in Brit… In Europe, by profounder instinct… The strength of Britain; and that… Slow into act, upshouldering the w… Vast weight of effort. Eyes full…

Drinking wide, sunny wind, Hand within hand, We look from hill to hill Of our own land. Hand within hand, we remember

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…

How solitary gleams the lamplit st… Waiting the far—off morn! How softly from the unresting city… The murmur borne Down this deserted way!

Towering, towering up to the noon—… Up to the hot blue, up to blinding… Pillar and pinnacle, arch and corb… Flowered and tendrilled, soar, asp… The giant porch, with kings and pr…

Morn like a thousand shining spear… Terrible in the East appears. O hide me, leaves of lovely gloom, Where the young Dreams like lilie… What is this music that I lose

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…

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

Through Ebblesborne and Broad—Ch… The narrow river runs, Dimples with dark November rains, Flashes in April suns. But give me days of rosy June

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

I wandered between woods On a grassy down, when still Clouds hung after rain Over hollow and hill; The blossom—time was over,

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