And what brave life it was we live… Lived, or essayed to live—for who… Youth garners aught but its own dr… Or handles what it hoped for yeste… High prophets were we of the uncul…

Love has its secrets, joy has its… How shall I speak of that which l… If my beloved shall return to gree… Deeds shall be done for her none e… My beloved loved me. How shall I…

Why wait for Arthur? He too long… He shall not hear you—no, nor heed… More than the wail of those fair… Their watch for him what months in… He shall not wake for any mother’s…

How shall I take up this vain par… And ravel out its issue? Heaven a… The principles of good and evil th… Embodied in our lives, have blindl… Too long for empire in my soul to…

Behold the Court of Penance. Fou… Shutting out all things but the up… Stone flags for floor, where daily… The human cattle in a circle drive… Tread down their pathway to a mire…

Je rêve debout devant la porte Qui vient de se fermer sur moi. Je colle mes yeux en triste sorte Sur ce carré de sombre bois. Je tourne entre mes deux doigts

This is thy day, thy day of all th… Ireland! The night of anger and m… Where thou didst sit, has vanished… Thou shalt no longer weep in thy l… The dead they slew for thee, or nu…

BRAVE as a falcon and as mercile… With bright eyes watching still th… I saw thee pass in thy lone majest… Untamed, unmated, high above the p… The dull crowd gazed at thee. It…

And still the music sounded near a… Loud and more loud on Adrian’s nu… Preluding soft, as ’twere a dulcim… But gathering strength and volume… And sadness too. In truth, as str…

Away! Away! Away with her, young… Away with her in haste lest dawn s… If that her kinsmen should thy dee… Ill might it fare with thee for he… Away with her to thine own palace…

Love me a little, love me as thou… Whether a draught it be of passion… Poured with both hands divine, Or just a cup of water spilt On dying lips and mine.

A little honey! Ay, a little swee… A little pleasure when the years w… A joyous measure trod by dancing f… A tale of folly told by a loved to… These are the things by which our…

Giacinta sat upon the garden wall Among the autumn lilies, and let f… Their crimson petals on her lover’… And laughed because her little han… She was the fairest child of Ital…

A glorious triumph. On that day o… When, standing on the summit’s utm… Of my first mountain—top, I viewe… Which I had travelled upwards, le… And all that wilderness of rock an…

If I forget thee! How shall I fo… Sword of the mighty! Prince and L… Captive I bind me To the spears that blind me, Rage in my heart and love for ever…