I heard a small sad sound, And stood awhile among the tombs a… “Wherefore, old friends,” said I,… Now, screened from life’s unrest?” —"O not at being here;

(at a Cathedral Service) THAT from this bright believing… An outcast I should be, That faiths by which my comrades s… Seem fantasies to me,

O it was sad enough, weak enough,… Light in their loving as soldiers… First to risk choosing them, leave… Now, in far battle, beyond the So… —Rain came down drenchingly; but w…

Orion swung southward aslant Where the starved Egdon pine-tree… The Pleiads aloft seemed to pant With the heather that twitched in… But he looked on indifferent to si…

That mirror Which makes of men a transparency, Who holds that mirror And bids us such a breast-bare spe… Of you and me?

How do you know that the pilgrim t… Along the belting zodiac Swept by the sun in his seeming ro… Is traced by now to the Fishes’ b… And into the Ram, when weeks of c…

Plunging and labouring on in a tid… Dolorous and dear, Forward I pushed my way as amid w… Stretching around, Through whose eddies there glimmer…

“There is not much that I can do, For I’ve no money that’s quite my… Spoke up the pitying child— A little boy with a violin At the station before the train ca…

Why should this flower delay so lo…    To show its tremulous plumes? Now is the time of plaintive robin…    When flowers are in their tombs… Through the slow summer, when the…

WHEN you paced forth, to wait ma… A dream of other offspring held my… Compounded of us twain as Love de… Rare forms, that corporate now wil… Should I, too, wed as slave to Mo…

“I have finished another year,” sa… “In grey, green, white, and brown; I have strewn the leaf upon the so… Sealed up the worm within the clod… And let the last sun down.”

Dear Lizbie Browne, Where are you now? In sun, in rain? - Or is your brow Past joy, past pain,

A dream of mine flew over the mead    To the halls where my old Love… And it drew me on to follow its le…    And I stood at her window-pane… And I saw but a thing of flesh an…

By Rome’s dim relics there walks… Eyes bent; and he carries a basket… I guess what impels him to scrape… Yea, his dreams of that Empire lo… ‘Vast was Rome,’ he must muse, ‘i…

Christmas Eve, and twelve of the… “Now they are all on their knees,” An elder said as we sat in a flock By the embers in hearthside ease. We pictured the meek mild creature…