On A Portrait Presented To J.… Unto myself my better self you gav… I give yourself yourself: but ah,… In how inverse a ratio! To amend The unjust return these thanks are…

(In Prospect Of War With Americ… Oh worst of years, by what signs s… So dire an advent? Let thy New-Y… Be night. At the east gate let th… His crown: as thro’ a temple hung…

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…

Doctor. Ah! thou, too, Sad Alighieri, like a waning moon Setting in storm behind a grove of… Balder. Yes, the great Florentin… And thrust it into hell, and drew…

Virtue is Virtue, writ in ink or… And Duty, Honour, Valour, are th… Whether they cheer the thundering… Up echoing hills of Alma, or, mor… Walk with her in that band where s…

Oh teeming heart, that, for this o… Big with our good, didst undeliver… Had some god got thee with a proge… O’er-great, that, born, might even… Of Death, as Death had seen the r…

On a solemn day I clomb the shining bulwark of the… Not by the beaten way, But climbing by a prayer, That like a golden thread hung by…

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

I have heard a friar say That the Olive learned to pray In Gethsemane,- A holy man was he, Jacopo by name,-

NATURE, a jealous mistress, lai… He woo’d and won her; and, by love… She show’d him more than mortal ma… Then slew him lest her secret shou…

Come hither an’ sit on my knee, W… Come hither an’ sit on my knee, An’ list while I tell how your br… Fechtin’ for you an’ for me: Fechtin’ for you an’ for me, Will…

Look on this flower, which, from i… Of bodily stem and branches and le… Leans lovelier, being toucht, and… A Rose, a Rose, a Rose! and, tho… Senses praise it triply unto thee,

I’m leaning where you loved to lea… The sun has sunk an hour ago behin… In this old oriel that we loved ho… Gazing, gazing, up the vale of gre… The summer corn is in the ear, tho…

Ten heads and twenty hearts! so th… Having more room and verge, and st… The cage that galls us into consci… Might drown the rings and ripples… In the smooth deep of being: plena…

Written At Florence, 1866: Since Sovereign Nature, at the ha… Is rightful and sole paragon of A… Who, tho’ she but in part, and par… Paints, carves, or sings the whole…