To Mrs. Henry Siddons (Frances Anne Kemble Poems)
O lady! thou, who in the olden time Hadst been the star of many a poet's dream! Thou, ...
O lady! thou, who in the olden time Hadst been the star of many a poet's dream! Thou, ...
The fleet Astronomer can bore And thread the spheres with his quick-piercing minde He views theirs stations, walks ...
(MIYAJIMA, JAPAN, 1905) Lowly temple and torii, Shrine where the spirits of wind and wave Find the ...
Farewell, farewell! to others giveThe light thou tak'st from me:Farewell, farewell! bid others liveTo joy, or misery.Say, breathes there one ...
Where rest the dead for England? . . .In fields of France afar,And shell-torn plains of Flanders,Once loud with England's ...
O nightingale! how hast thou learnt The note of the nested dove? While under thy bower the fern hangs burnt ...
Full-ripened on the bough,Pends the bright apple now,And the lees fall from out the unclouded wine.These memories that returnPour from ...
IF any sense in mortal dust remains When mine has been refin'd from flower to flower, Won from the sun ...
O Sovereign power of love! O grief! O balm! All records, saving thine, come cool, and calm, And shadowy, through ...
The fleet astronomer can bore And thread the spheres with his quick-piercing mind: He views theirs stations, walks from door ...
Drink in the cool, smooth, the sweet scent of Spring Fleeting aroma of purple of plum, or white, of dusty ...
I love to rise in a summer morn, When the birds sing on every tree; The distant huntsman winds his ...
'O spare my cherries in the net,' Brother Benignus prayed; 'and I Summer and winter, shine and wet, Will pile ...
My dream had never died or lived again. As in some mystic middle state I lay; Seeing I saw not, ...
JANUARY HAIL, January, that bearest here On snowbright breasts the babe-faced year That weeps and trembles to be born. Hail, ...
Gawaine, aware again of Lancelot In the King's garden, coughed and followed him; Whereat he turned and stood with folded ...
'Tis hard to say, if greater Want of Skill Appear in Writing or in Judging ill, But, of the two, ...
Mens Voices: LORD of the lotus, lord of the harvest, Bright and munificent lord of the morn! Thine is the ...
WHEN dawn's first cymbals beat upon the sky, Rousing the world to labour's various cry, To tend the flock, to ...
O'RE the smooth enameld green Where no print of step hath been, Follow me as I sing, And touch the ...
In this Monody the author bewails a learned Friend, unfortunately drowned in his passage from Chester on the Irish Seas, ...
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