Here, where the vine and fig bask… And the hot lizard lies along the… Blinded I shrink where cypress sh… And gaze upon the far-off mountain… Then down the dusty track Lorenzo…

‘Shepherd swains that feed your fl… ’Mong the grassy-rooted rocks, While I still see sun and moon, Grant to me this simple boon: As I sit on craggy seat,

All hail to the Czar! By the frin… That thunders, untamed, around Al… See multitudes throng, dense as se… Is betwixt the deaf rocks and the… And across the ridged waters stand…

When Sorrow first came wailing to… April rehearsed the madrigal of M… And, as I ne’er had seen her face… I kept on singing, and she went he… When next came Sorrow, life was w…

‘You ask me why I envy not The Monarch on his throne. It is that I myself have got A Kingdom of my own: Kingdom by Free Will divine

Should fickle hands in far-off day… No longer stroke thy hair, And lips that once were proud to p… Forget to call thee fair, Sigh but my name, and though I be

Take not the Gods to task, for th… When they refuse no less than when… Thou canst but know, with all thy… What is thy whim, but never what t… Did they, to smite thine importuni…

Maiden, with English hair, and ey… The colour of Italian skies, What seek you by this shore? ‘I seek, sir, for the latest home Where Shelley dwelt, and, o’er th…

Let the weary world go round! What care I? Life’s a surfeiting of sound: I would die. It would be so sweet to lie

Why do I sit within the spell Of eyes like thine, who oft have k… What ’tis in Beauty’s gaze to dwe… And then-to feel alone: Back be remitted to my cell,

In the streets of Constance was h… ‘Masters! bring the arch-heretic o… The stake had been planted, the fa… And the tongues of the torches fli… ‘Huss to the flames!’ they fiercel…

I sallied afield when the bud firs… And the sun first slanteth hotly, And I came on a yokel in cap and… And a suit of saffron motley. He was squat on a bank where a sel…

In the Beginning when, out of dar… The Earth, the Heaven, The stars, the seasons, The mighty mainland, And whale-ploughed water,

WHITE little hands! Pink little feet! Dimpled all over, Sweet, sweet, sweet! What dost thou wail for?

When Athens challenged Phryne to… Eleusis’ self sufficed not to appa… Her impious tread, and, throned wi… The awful judges frowned on her di… Slowly her lovely limbs she did un…