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…

Looking forward to the spring One puts up with anything. On this February day, Though the winds leap down the str… Wintry scourgings seem but play,

In the third-class seat sat the jo… And the roof-lamp’s oily flame Played down on his listless form a… Bewrapt past knowing to what he wa… Or whence he came.

Upon a poet’€™s page I wrote Of old two letters of her name; Part seemed she of the effulgent t… Whence that high singer’€™s raptur… '€”When now I turn the leaf the s…

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…

There trudges one to a merry-makin… With sturdy swing, On whom the rain comes down. To fetch the saving medicament Is another bent,

WHEN I look forth at dawning, po… Field, flock, and lonely tree, All seem to look at me Like chastened children sitting si… Their faces dulled, constrained, a…

O life with the sad seared face,    I weary of seeing thee, And thy draggled cloak, and thy ho…    And thy too-forced pleasantry!    I know what thou would’st tell

‘I mean to build a hall anon, And shape two turrets there, And a broad newelled stair, And a cool well for crystal water; Yes; I will build a hall anon,

In a Wood Pale beech and pine-tree blue, Set in one clay, Bough to bough cannot you Bide out your day?

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

When mid-autumn’s moan shook the n… And sedges were horny, And summer’s green wonderwork falt… On leaze and in lane, I fared Yell’ham-Firs way, where…

'O He’s suffering– maybe dying– a… And smooth his bed and whisper to… Only the nurse’s brief twelve word… As by stealth, to let me know. 'He was the best and brightest! -…

When wilt thou wake, O Mother, wa… As one who, held in trance, has la… By vacant rote and prepossession s… The coils that thou hast wrought u… Wherein have place, unrealized by…

I would that folk forgot me quite,    Forgot me quite! I would that I could shrink from…    And no more see the sun. Would it were time to say farewell…