Lord Christ, Lord Christ, ah for… Turn hence. Some day, when I agai… In the new dust of whatsoever blow Time hath in license, from Thy pe… Oh let the awful solace of thy fac…

Oh, great-eyed contemplation whom… Walk by the blue shores of the No… Leaning upon a giant, who for thee Seemed gentle, while black Night… The jagged Eve, and, near, the fl…

From the sad eaves the drip-drop o… The water washing at the latchel d… A slow step plashing by upon the m… A single bleat far from the famish… The clicking of an embered hearth…

Thou fool who treatest with the sw… With the strong arm that wields it… Who seest the dew-drops on the lio… But dost forget the lion! Oh thou… Hugging thy drunken dream! Thou i…

There came to me softly a small wi… And it lifted a curl as it passed… But I sang sorrow and ho the heav… And I sang heigho and well-away! Again there came softly a small wi…

We could not turn from that coloss… The morning shadow of whose hideou… Darkened the furthest West, and w… His evening shade on Ind. The pol… Behind him flamed and paled, and t…

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,…

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…

Do not mind my crying, Papa, I am… Do not mind my shaking, Papa, I a… Tho’ the wild wild wind is bideous… And I see the snow and the rain. When will you come back again,

YOU may give over plough, boys, You may take the gear to the stead… All the sweat o’ your brow, boys, Will never get beer and bread. The seed’s waste, I know, boys,

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…

(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…

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;

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…

‘Ho, Sailor of the sea! How’s my boy—my boy?’ ‘What’s your boy’s name, good wife… And in what good ship sailed he?’ ‘My boy John—