LANGUIDLY the night-wind blowe… From the gardens round, Where the clear Barrada floweth With a lulling sound. Not the lute-note’s sweet shiver

AND the summer sun shone in the s… And the rose’s whole life was in i… When her eyelids were kiss’d by a… And the Nymph rose up from her mo… For she had watch’d the midnight h…

I PRAY thee lay me not to rest Among these mouldering bones; Too heavily the earth is prest By all these crowded stones. Life is too gay—life is too near—

NEVER more, when the day is o’er… Will the lonely vespers sound; No bells are ringing—no monks are… When the moonlight falls around. A few pale flowers, which in other…

THE sun is on the crowded street, It kindles those old towers; Where England’s noblest memories… Of old historic hours. Vast, shadowy, dark, and indistinc…

IT was a king in Africa, He had an only son; And none of Europe’s crowned king… Could have a dearer one. With good cane arrows five feet lo…

IT suits thee well to weep, As thou lookest on the fair land, Whose sceptre thou hast held With less than woman’s hand. On yon bright city gaze,

LIFE in its many shapes was ther… The busy and the gay; Faces that seemed too young and fa… To ever know decay. Wealth, with its waste, its pomp,…

A word will fill the little heart With pleasure and with pride; It is a harsh, a cruel thing, That such can be denied. And yet how many weary hours

COME back, come back together, All ye fancies of the past, Ye days of April weather, Ye shadows that are cast By the haunted hours before!

THE first, the very first; oh! no… Can feel again as they have done; In love, in war, in pride, in all The planets of life’s coronal, However beautiful or bright,—

THEY fled,—for there was for the… Left only a dishonour’d grave. The day was lost; and his red hand Was now upon a broken brand, The foes were in his native town,

She lay upon a bank, the favourite… Of the spring wind in its first su… For the luxuriant strawberry bloss… Like a snow-shower there, and viol… Bow’d down their purple vases of p…

WHY did she love her mother’s so? It hath wrought her wondrous wo. Once she saw an armed knight In the pale sepulchral light; When the sullen starbeams throw

SHE left the festival, for it see… Now that her eye no longer dwelt o… And sought her chamber,—gazed, (th… Upon a mirror that before her lay, Half fearing, half believing her s…