'John'.  I'm glad I walk'd.          How fresh the meadows look          Above the river, and, but a month ago,     ...

Glory of warrior, glory of orator, glory of song, Paid with a voice flying by to be lost on an endless sea -  Glory of Virtue, to figh...

 Yet all experience is an arch wherethro'   Gleams that untravell'd world, whose margin fades   For ever and for ever when I m...

Roman Virgil, thou that singest Ilion's lofty temples robed in fire, Ilion falling, Rome arising, wars, and filial faith, and Di...

Come, when no graver cares employ, Godfather, come and see your boy: Your presence will be sun in winter, Making the little one leap...

The woods decay, the woods decay and fall, The vapours weep their burthen to the ground, Man comes and tills the field and lies beneat...

Deep in that lion-haunted island lies     A mystic city, goal of enterprise.     (Chapman.)   I stood upon the Mountain which o&...

    I. We left behind the painted buoy   That tosses at the harbor-mouth; And madly danced our hearts with joy,   As fast we fleet...

Here, it is here, the close of the year, And with it a spiteful letter. My name in song has done him much wrong, For himself has don...

 1     Year after year unto her feet,     She lying on her couch alone,     Across the purpled coverlet,     The maiden's je...

He rose at dawn and, fired with hope, Shot o'er the seething harbor-bar, And reach'd the ship and caught the rope, And whist...

`Your ringlets, your ringlets,   That look so golden-gay, If you will give me one, but one,   To kiss it night and day, Then never...

At Flores in the Azores Sir Richard Grenville lay, And a pinnace, like a fluttered bird, came flying from far away: "Spanish ship...

Prologue    Sir Walter Vivian all a summer's day    Gave his broad lawns until the set of sun    Up to the people:  thither fl...

Clear as summer mountain streams,   Bright as the inwoven beams,   Which beneath their crisping sapphire   In the midday, floating o...

 The poet in a golden clime was born,   With golden stars above;   Dower'd with the hate of hate, the scorn of scorn,[1]   The l...

  I built my soul a lordly pleasure-house   Wherein at ease for aye to dwell.   I said, "O Soul, make merry and carouse,   Dear...

I met in all the close green ways,   While walking with my line and rod,   The wealthy miller's mealy face,   Like the moon in a...

1   Who would be   A merman bold,   Sitting alone,   Singing alone   Under the sea,   With a crown of gold,   On a throne?...

1   Who would be   A mermaid fair,   Singing alone,   Combing her hair   Under the sea,   In a golden curl   With a comb o...