Her house looked cold from the fog… And the square of each window a du… Where showed no stir: Yes, her gloom within at the lack… Seemed matching mine at the lack o…

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…

The ten hours’ light is abating, And a late bird flies across, Where the pines, like waltzers wai… Give their black heads a toss. Beech leaves, that yellow the noon…

PALE beech and pine-tree blue, Set in one clay, Bough to bough cannot you Bide out your day? When the rains skim and skip,

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…

“Percussus sum sicut foenum, et ar… —Ps. ci    Wintertime nighs; But my bereavement-pain It cannot bring again:

On Its Seizure By The English U… Did they catch as it were in a Vi… When their cavalry smote through t… And they crossed where the Tishbi… His gaunt mournful Shade as he ba…

Why did you give no hint that nigh… That quickly after the morrow’s da… And calmly, as if indifferent quit… You would close your term here, up… Where I could not follow

When moiling seems at cease In the vague void of night-time, And heaven’s wide roomage stormles… Between the dusk and light-time, And fear at last is formless,

Much wonder I—here long low—laid—    That this dead wall should be Betwixt the Maker and the made,    Between Thyself and me! For, say one puts a child to nurse…

By Corporal Tullidge. See “The… In Memory of S. C. (Pensioner).… WE trenched, we trumpeted and dru… And from our mortars tons of iron… Ath’art the ditch, the month we bo…

She charged me with having said th… To another woman long years before… In the very parlour where we sat,… Sat on a night when the endless po… Of rain on the roof and the road b…

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