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O poet, come you haunting here Where streets have stolen up all a… And never a nightingale pours one Full-throated sound? Drawn from your drowse by the Sev…
“O 'Melia, my dear, this does eve… Who could have supposed I should… And whence such fair garments, suc… “O didn’t you know I’d been ruine… —“You left us in tatters, without…
Con the dead page as 'twere live l… Cold wisdom’s words will ease thy… Aye, go; cast off sweet ways, and… To biting blasts that are intent o… But if thy object Fame’s far summ…
He was leaning by a face, He was looking into eyes, And he knew a trysting-place, And he heard seductive sighs; But the face,
I said to Love, “It is not now as in old days When men adored thee and thy ways All else above; Named thee the Boy, the Bright, t…
Some say the spot is banned; that… Attests to a deed of hell; But of else than of bale is the my… That ancient Vale-folk tell. Ere Cernel’s Abbey ceased hereabo…
My spirit will not haunt the mound Above my breast, But travel, memory-possessed, To where my tremulous being found Life largest, best.
Just at the corner of the wall We met– yes, he and I – Who had not faced in camp or hall Since we bade home good-bye, And what once happened came back–…
The church flings forth a battled… Over the moon-blanched sward: The church; my gift; whereto I pa… My all in hand and hoard; Lavished my gains
Never a careworn wife but shows, If a joy suffuse her, Something beautiful to those Patient to peruse her, Some one charm the world unknows
‘Why do you stand in the dripping… Cold-lipped, unconscious, wet to t… When there are firesides near?’ sa… ‘I told him I wished him dead,’ s… ‘Yea, cried it in my haste to one
Well, World, you have kept faith… Kept faith with me; Upon the whole you have proved to… Much as you said you were. Since as a child I used to lie
‘A woman never agreed to it!’ said… 'That one thing she’d refuse to do… No woman ever will make herself lo… I did not answer; but I thought,… It took a rare one, true, to do it…
‘Whenever I plunge my arm, like t… In a basin of water, I never miss The sweet sharp sense of a fugitiv… Fetched back from its thickening s… Hence the only prime
'TWAS a death-bed summons, and f… By the way of the Western Wall, s… On that winter night, and sought a… The home, by Fate, Of one I had long held dear.