Down by the Sutlej shore, Where sound the trumpet and the wi… At winter’s eve did come A gaunt old northern lion, at whos… The myriad howlers of thy wilds ar…

If Time that feeds love dies to d… Immortal hours, dear friends, were… For Morn that on the hills oped e… And Eve that walked like Mary by… Where that old Dreamer, as he bui…

By Temèsvar I hear the clarions c… The year dies. Let it die. It liv… Gun booms to gun along the looming… Another year advances o’er the pla… The Despot hails it from his bann…

As when at twelve o’clock Strong January opes the gates of… And we that were so cabined and so… Within the round tower of the roun… Feel the far Spring blown in on u…

Töchterchenlein, by whom the least… The greatest title of dear Daught… Who hast not laid down life, nor s… For me, but throbbed them thro’ th… Of duteous days less different tha…

If God so raise the Dead, shall… The Captive and the immemorable c… Fud(ce)a capta!—taken but not slai… And cursèd not to die-ah, not to d… Then come out of thine ages, thou…

O full of Faith! The Earth is ro… The dome of a great palace all of… Russ-built. Dull light distils th… Thickened and gross. Cold Fancy d… And cannot range. In winding-shee…

In the great Darkness of the Pass… Were oped, and many Saints which… So in this latter Darkness, which… Upon our noon. That Peace Divine… And blesses, and from the celestia…

SISTER Simplicitie, Sing, sing a song to me, Sing me to sleep. Some legend low and long, Slow as the summer song

Dear Friend, methinks when thus t… Speaks from yon pale default that… The hale and stalwart by thy couch… Such fond intoleration to be whole As he, who, where the storms of ba…

What if the Turk be foul or fair?… That the sublime Samaritan of old Withheld his hand till the bruised… His creed? Your neighbour’s roof… Yet if he burns shall not the flam…

O’er our evening fire the smoke is… And funeral banners hang about the… In the gable end I see a catafalq… And night is drawn up like a curta… Thou knowest why we silent sit, an…

Were Shakspeare born a twin, his… (Not of the golden but the silver… Should be like thee: so, with such… Sweeten his looks, so, with her de… His voice, (a king’s words writ ou…

Since he is Poet of whom gods ord… Some most anthropic and perhuman a… Whereby his manhood shall so man h… That but his man of man is born ag… And since humanity is most humane,

Rain, rain, sweet warm rain, On the wood and on the plain! Rain, rain, warm and sweet, Summer wood lush leafy and loud, With note of a throat that ripples…