The Garden Of ErosIt is full summer now， the heart of June；Not yet the sunburnt reapers are astirUpon the upland meadow where too soonRich autumn tim...
Sonnet On Approaching ItalyI reached the Alps： the soul within me burned，Italia， my Italia， at thy name：And when from out the mountain's heart I c...
ItaliaItalia！ thou art fallen， though with sheenOf battle-spears thy clamorous armies strideFrom the north Alps to the Sicilian tide！Ay！ fallen， thoug...
Sonnet On Hearing The Dies Irae Sung In The Sistine ChapelNay， Lord， not thus！ white lilies in the spring，Sad olive-groves， or silver-breasted dove，Te...
I stood by the unvintageable seaTill the wet waves drenched face and hair with spray；The long red fires of the dying dayBurned in the west； the wind p...
Madonna MiaA lily-girl， not made for this world's pain，With brown， soft hair close braided by her ears，And longing eyes half veiled by slumberous ...
The New HelenWhere hast thou been since round the walls of TroyThe sons of God fought in that great emprise？Why dost thou walk our common earth again...
The Burden Of ItysThis English Thames is holier far than Rome，Those harebells like a sudden flush of seaBreaking across the woodland， with the foamOf ...
Impression Du MatinThe Thames nocturne of blue and goldChanged to a Harmony in grey：A barge with ochre-coloured hayDropt from the wharf： and chill and...
Magdalen WalksThe little white clouds are racing over the sky，And the fields are strewn with the gold of the flower of March，The daffodil breaks under...