Tall and young and light of tongue… Gallantly riding by wood and lea, He was ware of a maiden fair And turned and whispered, ‘Rememb… (Oh Lord Robert, Lord Robert, L…

‘The Spring again hath started on… Wherein she seeketh Summer thro’… I will arise and go upon my way. It may be that the leaves of Autu… His footsteps from me; it may be t…

Lo, this is night. Hast thou, oh… Thy countenance, or is thy golden… Shortened, or from thy shining pla… Art thou put down and lost? Neith… Refused thy constant face, nor is…

Oh the wold, the wold, Oh the wold, the wold! Oh the winter stark, Oh the level dark, On the wold, the wold, the wold!

In a great house by the wide Sea… And down slow fleets and waves tha… Looked back to the first keels of… I saw the Ark, what time the shor… Began to rock to rising Ararat;

‘Mother, I hear a word In the air!’ Play on, play on, my son, The word thou hast heard is some b… That singeth, why and where

Traveller on foreign ground, whoe’… Tell the great tidings! They went… A Legion, and came back from vict… Two hundred men and Glory! On the… Is this ‘to losc?’ Yet, Stranger,…

FIRST came the primrose, On the bank high, Like a maiden looking forth From the window of a tower When the battle rolls below,

Pile the pyre, light the fire-ther… You have fire enough and to spare… Burn the old year-it is dead, and… There is something under the sun t… I cannot bear this sadness under t…

Fiddler loquitur Heigho, fiddlestick, fiddlestick,… Heigho, fiddlestick, fiddle for a… Heigh, pretty Kitty! heigh, jolly… Up with the heels, girls! fling, l…

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…

Can I see thee stand On the looming land? Dost thou wave with thy white hand Farewell, farewell? I could think that thou art near,

RETURN, return! all night my la… All night, like it, my wide eyes w… Like it, I fade and pale, when da… Bears witness that the absent can… Return, return.

On its late (in 1871) Inundation… Well done, old Flood, that, hidin… Beneath thy yellow veil, dost wend… Those epic hills and dales of seve… To keep watch on the stone eternit…

(To Alexander Smith) The stars we saw arise are high ab… And yet our Evensong seems sung t… Good-Night! I lay my hand-with su… As thou wert brother of my blood-u…