First, ere I slake my hunger, let… The giver of the feast. For feast… Though of ethereal, translunary fa… His story who pre-eminently of men Seemed nourished upon starbeams an…

[A Viennese gentleman, who had cl… without a guide, was found dead, i… summit, upon which he had written,… out the view.’- Vide

In the wild and lurid desert, in t… ‘Neath the night that ever hurries… There she clutches at illusions, a… With the unattaining passion that… And calamity enfolds her, like the…

But Sleep, who makes a mist about… Doth ope the eyelids of the soul,… Lifteth a heavier cloud than that… He veils the vision of the fleshly… And not alone by dreams doth Slee…

Go, Verse, nor let the grass of t… Beneath thy feet iambic. Southwar… O’er Thamesis his stream, nor hal… Thou reach the summit of a suburb… To lettered fame not unfamiliar: t…

Lo, thou and I, my love, And the sad stars above,- Thou and I, I and thou! Ah could we lie as now Ever and aye, my love,

Now as it chanced, the day was alm… When down the lonely mountain-side… The whitehaired man, the Prince t… He won the silence of the valley w… The city’s many towers uprose, the…

A beckoning spirit of gladness see… That lightly danced in laughing ai… The earth was all in tune, and you… Of Nature’s happy chorus. ’Twas like a vernal morn, yet over…

At last we know you, War-lord. Yo… The gauntlet down, fling down the… Publish your heart, and let its pe… You that had God for ever on your… We are old in war, and if in guile…

What profits it, O England, to pr… In camp and mart and council, and… With argosies thy oceans, and rene… With tribute levied on each golden… Thy treasuries, if thou canst hear…

That night within the City of You… Musicians playing to the multitude On many a gold and silver instrume… Whose differing souls yet chimed i… And sooth-tongued singers, throate…

Spouse whom my sword in the olden… Winning me hatred more sharp than… Mother of children who hiss at or… Curse or revile me, and hold me ab… Heiress of anger that nothing assu…

Last night the seawind was to me A metaphor of liberty, And every wave along the beach A starlit music seemed to be. To-day the seawind is to me

Seabird, elemental sprite, Moulded of the sun and spray– Raven, dreary flake of night Drifting in the eye of day– What in common have ye two,