Had I but lived a hundred years a… I might have gone, as I have gone… By Warmwell Cross on to a Cove I… And Time have placed his finger o… “You see that man?” —I might have…

I traversed a dominion Whose spokesmen spake out strong Their purpose and opinion Through pulpit, press, and song. I scarce had means to note there

Offended by a Book of the Writer’… NOW that my page upcloses, doomed… Never to press thy cosy cushions m… Or wake thy ready Yeas as heretof… Or stir thy gentle vows of faith i…

Winter is white on turf and tree,    And birds are fled; But summer songsters pipe to me,    And petals spread, For what I dreamt of secretly

Its roots are bristling in the air Like some mad Earth-god’s spiny h… The loud south-wester’s swell and… Smote it at midnight, and it fell.    Thus ends the tree

How I was caught Hieing home, after days of allure, And driven to an inn’€”small, obsc… At the junction, fret-fraught! How civil my face

Its former green is blue and thin, And its once firm legs sink in and… Soon it will break down unaware, Soon it will break down unaware. At night when reddest flowers are…

We are budding, master, budding, We of your favourite tree; March drought and April flooding Arouse us merrily. The stemlets brightly studding;

He paused on the sill of a door aj… That screened a lively liquor-bar, For the name had reached him throu… Of her he had married the week bef… 'We called her the Hack of the Pa…

As newer comers crowd the fore,    We drop behind. —We who have laboured long and sor…    Times out of mind, And keen are yet, must not regret

One without looks in tonight Through the curtain-chink From the sheet of glistening white… One without looks in tonight As we sit and think

The chimes called midnight, just a… And the daytime talk on the Roman… Was checked by silence, save for t… The bubbling waters played near th… And a warm air came up from underg…

(an Incident of Froom Valley) “THY husband—poor, poor Heart!—i… Dead, out by Moreford Rise; A bull escaped the barton-shed, Gored him, and there he lies!”

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