‘Zeus, and ye Gods, that rule in… Is there naught holy, or to your h… Have ye forgotten utterly to love, Or to be kind, in that untroubled… If aught ye cherish, still by that…

Give me your hand, Beloved! I can… So close from shadowy—branching tr… Dark leaves hang over us. How vas… Night sleeps! and yet a murmur, a… Sighed out of mystery, steals slow…

Ah, now this happy month is gone, Not now, my heart, complain, Nor rail at Time because so soon He takes his own again. He takes his own, the weeks, the h…

Gaunt on the cloudy plain Stand the great Stones, Dwarfed in the vast reach Of a sky that owns All the measure of earth

O when will life taste clean again… Is fouled: the world sees, hears;… Vile fume that would corrupt etern… Were they corruptible. Harsh trum… Victory over the defenceless; ther…

Lycabett at every steep street’s e… Is there Surprising the eyes, and ascending Aloof, pointed bare Into the bluest blue

In vain, in vain, in vain! Conqueror, you are conquered: thou… These bodies, heel on neck; and th… Out of them the exquisite last wre… They rise, they rise again,

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…

Do kings put faith in fortressed w… Their cities’ gates, as strong to… The constancy of friends is strong… Are lilies pure, that in some vale… Unplucked have blossomed and unpra…

Never were towers so fair, so bold… Passionately springing, arrogant t… Nor air so blue over roofs so old, Nor on ancient walls so rare a gol… When I found my love among the fl…

The Toy-seller his idle wares Carefully ranges, side by side; With coveting soft earnest airs The children linger, open-eyed. His haunted soul from far away

There came an evening when the sto… After long rain, miraculously clea… And lo, across the burning waters… Rose up that coast, to thee and me… I knew the very houses by the bay.

I cannot raise my eyelids up from… But I am visited with thoughts of… Slumber has no refreshment half so… As the sweet morn, that wakes my h… I cannot put away life’s trivial c…

Gross, with protruding ears, Sleek hair, brisk glance, fleshy a… Red, full, and satisfied, Cased in obtuseness confident not… He sits at a little table

Hyde Park August from a vault of hollow bras… Steep upon the sullen city glares. Yellower burns the sick and parchi… Shivering in the breath of furnace…