’Twas at this season, year by year… The singer who lies songless here Was wont to woo a less austere, Less deep repose, Where Rotha to Winandermere

So without rest or tarriance all t… Until the world was blear with com… Forth fared the princely fugitive,… His wearied feet till morn returni… Some village all a-hum with wakefu…

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

Who draws to-day the unrighteous s… Behold him stand, the Man Forswor… The warrior of the faithless word, The pledge disowned, the covenant… Who prates of honour, truth, and t…

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…

To the eye and the ear of the Dre… This Dream out of darkness flew, Through the horn or the ivory port… But he wist not which of the two. It was the Human Spirit,

I know not if they erred Who thought to see The tale of all the times to be, Star-character’d; I know not, neither care,

Inhospitably hast thou entertained… O Poet, us the bidden to thy boar… Whom in mid-feast, and while our t… Are one laudation of the festal ch… Thou from thy table dost dismiss,…

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…

LET me go forth, and share    The overflowing Sun    With one wise friend, or one Better than wise, being fair, Where the pewit wheels and dips

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…

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…

Thy voice from inmost dreamland ca… The wastes of sleep thou makest fa… Bright o’er the ridge of darkness… The cataract of thy hair. The morn renews its golden birth:

Thou burden of all songs the earth… Thou retrospect in Time’s reverte… Thou metaphor of everything that d… That dies ill-starred, or dies bel… And therefore blest and wise,-