Fergus. This whole day have I followed in the rocks， And you have changed and flowed from shape to shape， First as a raven on whose ancient wings Scar...
Who dreamed that beauty passes like a dream？ For these red lips， with all their mournful pride， Mournful that no new wonder may betide， Troy passed aw...
If Michael， leader of God‘s host When Heaven and Hell are met， Looked down on you from Heaven‘s door-post He would his deeds forget. Brood...
Rose of all Roses， Rose of all the World！ The tall thought-woven sails， that flap unfurled Above the tide of hours， trouble the air， And God‘s b...
I Ancestral Houses Surely among a rich man‘s flowering lawns， Amid the rustle of his planted hills， Life overflows without ambitious pains； And ...
II My House An ancient bridge， and a more ancient tower， A farmhouse that is sheltered by its wall， An acre of stony ground， Where the symbolic rose c...
III My Table Two heavy trestles， and a board Where Sato‘s gift， a changeless sword， By pen and paper lies， That it may moralise My days out of t...
IV My Descendants Having inherited a vigorous mind From my old fathers， I must nourish dreams And leave a woman and a man behind As vigorous of mind， ...
V The Road at My Door An affable Irregular， A heavily-built Falstaffian man， Comes cracking jokes of civil war As though to die by gunshot were The fi...
VI The Stare‘s Nest by My Window The bees build in the crevices Of loosening...