Between me and the sunset, like a… Against the glory of a world on fi… Now burned a sudden hill, Bleak, round, and high, by flame-l… With nothing on it for the flame t…

Dear Friends, reproach me not for… Nor counsel me, nor pity me; nor s… That I am wearing half my life aw… For bubble-work that only fools pu… And if my bubbles be too small for…

Could he have made Priscilla shar… The paradise that he had planned, Llewellyn would have loved his wif… As well as any in the land. Could he have made Priscilla ceas…

Faint white pillars that seem to f… As you look from here are the firs… Of his house where it hides and di… Of beeches and oaks and hickory tr… Now many a man, given woods like t…

Miniver Cheevy, child of scorn, Grew lean while he assailed the se… He wept that he was ever born, And he had reasons. Miniver loved the days of old

Not even if with a wizard force I… Have summoned whomsoever I would… Should anyone else have come than… Uncalled, to share with me my fire… For though I should have said tha…

Where a faint light shines alone, Dwells a Demon I have known. Most of you had better say “The Dark House,” and go your way… Do not wonder if I stay.

Here there is death. But even her… Here where the dull sun shines thi… As desolate as ever the dead moon Did glimmer on dead Sardis, men w… And there were little children her…

While I stood listening, discreet… Lorraine was having the last word… “I know,” she said, “I know it, b… Some creatures are born fortunate,… Are born to be found out and overc…

Up from the street and the crowds… Morning and midnight, to and fro, Still was the room where his days… And the stars were bleak, and the… Year after year, with his dream sh…

Blessed with a joy that only she Of all alive shall ever know, She wears a proud humility For what it was that willed it so… That her degree should be so great

Dark hills at evening in the west, Where sunset hovers like a sound Of golden horns that sang to rest Old bones of warriors under ground… Far now from all the bannered ways

“Why am I not myself these many d… You ask? And have you nothing mor… I do you wrong? I do not hear you… To God for giving you me to share… “Jealous—of Her? Because her chee…

Nothing will hold him longer—let h… Let him go down where others have… Little he cares whether we smile o… Or if we know, or if we think we k… The call is on him for his overthr…

Why do you dig like long-clawed sc… To touch the covered corpse of him… The uplands for the fens, and riot… Like a sick satyr with doom’s wors… Come! let the grass grow there; an…