Pale was the early day, Fog-white the winter air, When up a hill-side bare, Roughened with rimy grass, I took my thoughtless way.

The Coming Of The Amazons Dark in the noonday, dark as solem… A circle of dark towers above the… Troy sat bereaved; her desolation… To have drawn slowly down in sultr…

Breezes strongly rushing, when the… Prophesying Summer to the shaken… Blowing brows of forest, where sof… Crowned with heavenly glimpses of… Buds and breaking blossoms, that s…

The night is holy and haunted, Asleep in a vale of June. Stillness and earth—smell mingle With the beams’ unearthly boon.— Yet a terror is fallen upon me

Stooping over London, skies convu… With thunder moved: a rumour of st… Hushed them, and birds flew troubl… Up from the West climbing, above… Glowed sullen as copper embossed;…

Find me out a fortress, find Such a mind within the mind As can gather to its source All of life’s inveterate force, Find the hard and secret cell

To a bare blue hill Wings an old thought roaming, At a random touch Of memory homing. The first of England

Never were towers so fair, so bold… Passionately springing, arrogant t… Nor air so blue over roofs so old, Nor on ancient walls so rare a gol… When I found my love among the fl…

2nd Lieut., Cinque Ports Battali… Strong, loyal—souled, full—hearted… Only remembering love knows all he… Beautiful be the stars above his g…

Grief is like a child, Led with relentless hand By a strange nurse, whose face Seems never to have smiled, Whose onward gaze severe

Drinking wide, sunny wind, Hand within hand, We look from hill to hill Of our own land. Hand within hand, we remember

Magically awakened to a strange, b… The streets lie cold. A hush of h… Dulls the noise of the wheels to a… Near and sudden the passing figure… And out of darkness steep on start…

Stars beyond number or imagination Silent in the sky; Shadowy valleys and dark woods ove… Still, without a sigh; A house, lost in vastness and in s…

By the warm road—side, where chest… The brightness shaded, supine, at… A felon, freed that morn, Lay idle, and wondered, gazing up… O strange no more to be one of a b…

Angered Reason walked with me A street so squat, unshapen, bald, So blear—windowed and grimy—walled… So dismal—doored, it seemed to be The abortion of a mind that had