What may the woman labour to confe… There is about her mouth a nervous… 'Tis something to be told, or hidd… I get a glimpse of hell in this mi… She has desires of touch, as if to…

Demeter devastated our good land, In blackness for her daughter snat… Smoke-pillar or loose hillock was… Where soil had been to clasp warm… The wheat, vine, olive, ripe to S…

Sprung of the father blood, the mo… Are they who point our pathway and… They rarely meet; one soars, one w… When they do meet, it is our earth… To see Life’s formless offspring…

The old grey Alp has caught the c… And the torrent river sings aloud; The glacier-green Rosanna sings An organ song of its upper springs… Foaming under the tiers of pine,

Thou, run to the dry on this waysi… Too plainly of all the propellers… Quenched youth, and is that thy pu… Even such limp slough as the snake… Slack to the gale upon spikes of w…

You like not that French novel? T… You think it quite unnatural. Let… The actors are, it seems, the usua… Husband, and wife, and lover. She… In England we’ll not hear of it.…

Through the water-eye of night, Midway between eve and dawn, See the chase, the rout, the fligh… In deep forest; oread, faun, Goat-foot, antlers laid on neck;

No, no, the falling blossom is no… Of loveliness destroy’d and sorrow… The blossom sheds its loveliness d… Its mission is to prophecy the fru… Nor is the day of love for ever de…

Their sense is with their senses a… Destroyed by subleties these women… More brain, O Lord, more brain! o… Utterly this fair garden we might… Behold! I looked for peace, and t…

Queen Theodolind has built In the earth a furnace-bed: There the Traitor Nail that spilt Blood of the anointed Head, Red of heat, resolves in shame:

[Written for the Charing Cross A… Seen, too clear and historic withi… Frown when the Autumn days strike… They of our mortal diseases find n… Errors they of the soul, past the…

With Alfred and St. Louis he dot… Grander than crowned head’s mortua… His gentle heroic manhood enters i… The ever-flowering common heart fo…

We three are on the cedar-shadowed… My friend being third. He who at… Is in the weak rib by a fatal shaf… Struck through, and tells his pass… And radiant culmination, glorious…

The spirit of Romance dies not to… Who hold a kindred spirit in their… Even as the odorous life within th… Lives in the scattered leaflets an… Mysterious adoration, so there glo…

If that thou hast the gift of stre… Thy part is to uplift the trodden… Else in a giant’s grasp until the… A hopeless wrestler shall thy soul…