Part I HOW wonderful are dreams! If the… As some have said, the thin disjoi… Of thoughts or feelings, long fore… All interweaving, set in ghostly a…

FORWARD ho! Forward ho! Soldie… Hope on; fight on; till man’s whol… Free of all good under heaven’s wi… And doubt not, the earth that has… Shall grow young again in the ligh…

When a simple English maiden, Nested warm in Wilmicote, Sang forth like a lark uprising Heavenward with its morning note, Did no English ear that listened,

Disease was lurking in the cup! Disastrous folly mantling there! For promised joys he quaffed it up… And his were ruin and despair! Yes—so deceived he tasted first,

MY beautiful! For beautiful thou… To me thy father, as the morning l… Which makes all common objects fre… Yea gives them out of the dun void… As they were newly fashion’d from…

How I hate those modern Poems Vaguer, looser than a dream! Pointless things that look like po… Only, to some held-back theme! Wild unequal, agitated,

WHEN Joshua in the days of old Stood forth upon old Jordan’s ban… And past the flood that backward r… His host came dryshod, rank on ran… The warrior angel of the Lord,

Spirit of Dreams! When many a toi… Shut paradise from exiled Adam’s… Two wedded powers were given thenc… On either hand, companions of his… This Hope was named in heaven, wh…

I dreamt my little boys were dead And I was sitting wild and lone; On closed unmoving knees my head Lay rigid as a stone. And thus I sat without a tear,

LIKE HIM who great reports of t… Because his own is a most barren f… Is he who man’s divinity suspects, Because his own soul doth so littl… Better is one who through himself…

Man were a grinding Niggard, lean… Even in his youth, and in his rich… Didst Thou ne’er leave thy Blessi… If not from Thee, whence were the… The scornful injuries lowly hearts…

Who sees him walk the street, can… To question thus his friend, What… So much hath Nature, as ’tis oft… Stamped inward trickery on the out… And yet, with her great interdicti…

Fair as the Day!—a genial day ser… Of early Summer, when the living… Seems God’s own breath, and Flowe… To the warm light, look smiling fo… The heapy folds of Nature’s mantl…

I dreamed I was a sculptor, and h… Out of a towering adamantine crag A mighty figure, stately, giant-li… And with the face of a Homeric go… Planted aloft upon the levelled co…

The loud, apt epithet, applying su… The dim-drawn image, artfully obsc… The perfect stanza, framed of word… And round as pearls, yet liquid to… A pith of phrase, and musical arra…