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Had I the fabled herb That brought to life the dead, Whom would I dare disturb In his eternal bed? Great Grenville would I wake,
England my mother, Wardress of waters. Builder of peoples, Maker of men,- Hast thou yet leisure
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,
(WITH A VOLUME OF EPIGRA… Unto the Lady of The Nook Fly, tiny book. There thou hast lovers—even thou! Fly thither now.
(WITH A VOLUME OF VERSE) Master and mage, our prince of son… In this your autumn mellow and ser… Crowns ever with fresh laurels, no… Than garlands dewy from your verdu…
There was a time, it passeth me to… How long ago, but sure ’twas many… Before the world had gotten her su… Of foolish wisdom as she hath,-bef… She fell to waxing gray with weigh…
Thine were the weak, slight hands That might have taken this strong… Its stubborn substance to thy soft… And bound it unresisting, with suc… As not the arm of envious heaven h…
April, April, Laugh thy girlish laughter; Then, the moment after, Weep thy girlish tears! April, that mine ears
I made a little song about the ros… And sang it for the rose to hear, Nor ever marked until the music’s… A lily that was listening near. The red red rose flushed redder wi…
What! and shall _we_, with such su… As age demands in reverence from t… Await these crumbs of praise from… And doubt of our own greatness til… The signet of your Goethes or Vol…
Yes! urban is your Muse, and owns An empire based on London stones; Yet flow’rs, as mountain violets s… Spring from the pavement 'neath he… Of wilder birth this Muse of mine…
Few friends are mine, though many… Who, meeting oft a phantasm that m… To be myself, and hath my face and… And whose thin fraud I wink at pr… Account this light impostor very m…
Friend, in whose friendship I am… A debt not time may cancel is your… For was it not your praise that ea… On me obscure, that chivalrous reg… Ev’n his, who, knowing fame’s firs…
‘NOT ours,’ say some, 'the though… Asking no heaven, we fear no fa… Life is a feast, and we have banqu… Shall not the worms as well? ‘The after-silence, when the feast…
’Tis human fortune’s happiest heig… A spirit melodious, lucid, poised,… Second in order of felicity I hold it, to have walk’d with suc… * * * * *