‘Silence. I will not listen!’ ‘An… She added strangely, in a softer m… ‘You see I am not angry. Do you n… Only soft—hearted, and alas! too g… Why did you follow me?’ She took…

November’s here. Once more the pi… And on old Centaur, at the covers… Sit changing pleasant greetings on… With friend and neighbour. Half t… Is here to-day. Squire, parson, p…

Where art thou, thou lost face, Which, yet a little while, wert ma… At these new years which seemed to… Where art thou fled which for a mi… Shut out the world and wert my wor…

TO THE BEDOUIN ARABS Children of Shem! Firstborn of N… But still forever children; at the… Of Eden found, unconscious of dis… And loitering on while all are gon…

TO ONE WHOM HE DARED NO… As one who, in a desert wandering Alone and faint beneath a pitiless… And doubting in his heart if he sh… His bones back to his kindred or t…

I must not speak of it. Even yet… Is but a feeble thing to fret and… And it might chance to wake and wi… When nights were still and stars w… Sit up and muse upon its lonely st…

There are two voices with me in th… Easing my grief. The God of Isra… ‘I am the Lord thy God which vanq… See that thou walk unswerving in m… So shall thy enemies thy footstool…

I saw one sitting on a kingly thro… A man of age, whom Time had touch… White were his brows, and white hi… And white the childhood of his lip… Only his eyes gleamed masterful an…

TO ONE EXCUSING HIS POV… Ah! love, impute it not to me a si… That my poor soul thus beggared co… My soul a pilgrim was, in search o… And met these accidents by land an…

Lavender, sea lavender! Pale sweet flower how full of her! Flower discreet, with your priest’… Trained in all time’s mysteries, Yet how chastely calmly sealed!

Oh fly not, Pleasure, pleasant—he… Fold me thy wings, I prithee, yet… For my heart no measure Knows nor other treasure To buy a garland for my love to—da…

He. To what, love, shall I liken thee… Thou, methinks, shalt firstly be A blue flower with nodding bells In the hollow of a tree.

TO ONE IN A HIGH POSITIO… To you, a poet, glorious, heaven—b… One who is not a poet but a son Of the earth earthy, sick and trav… And weary with a race already run,

I had been an hour at Lyons. My b… Fast when I think of it. An hour,… I trod those streets and listened… The mirth, the music, and the city… And found no sermon for me in her…

Teach me, gentle Leporello, Since you are so wise a fellow, How your master I may win. Leporello answers gaily Slip into his bed and way lay