Why should we lodge in marble or i… Spirits more vast than earth, or s… Wiser the silent worshipper that c… Their words for wisdom that will n… Unto the favourite of the passing…

‘If you were mine, if you were min… The day would dawn, the stars woul… The sun would set, the moon arise, In holier and yet heavenlier skies… Then unto me the Year would bring

Sweet lark! that, bedded in the ta… Protractest dewy slumbers, wake, a… The brightest moments of the morni… Thou shouldst be up, and carolling… Go up! go up! and melt into the bl…

Poor little mite with mottled brea… Half-fledged, and fallen from the… For whom this world hath just begu… Who want to fly, yet scarce can ru… Why open wide your yellow beak?

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

I had a dream of England. Wild an… The billows ravened round her, and… Darkening and dwindling, blotted o… Then flashed on her a bolt that sc… She, writhing in her ruin, rolled,…

Where have you been through the lo… That follow the fragrant feet of… By the dells and the dingles gathe… Ere the dew of the dawn be sipped… And sooth each wilding that buds a…

Gentle in fibre, but of steadfast… Still to do right though right won… And fallen on evil tongues and evi… When men from plain straight duty… And, born to nobly sway, ignobly s…

Fixed is my Faith, the lingering… That still we move through Libert… The Human Tragedy. When God out of chaos primeval di… And moved on the face of the water…

Why, throstle, do you sing In this November haze? Singing for what? for whom? Deem you that it is Spring, Or that your lonely lays

The lark confinèd in his cage, And captive in his wing, Though fluttering with imprisoned… Forbeareth not to sing. But still the strain, though loud…

Ere that I say farewell to youth,… The homely road that leads to life… Let me be sure again I shall not… To taste the bliss you bid me to f… That Spring’s returning raptures…

By the fates that have fastened ou… By the distance that holds us apar… By our passion, its sweetness, its… By the longing and ache of the hea… By our meeting, our parting, our p…

Sadder than lark when lowering Clouds defend the sky; Sadder than wild swan pouring Death-notes ere it die; Sadder than winds imploring

Could you but give me all that I… I should be richer, and you no mor… Companionship beside the household… And common cares that train one to… ’Tis not your senses, but your sel…