I MIND me in the days departed How often underneath the sun With childish bounds I used to run To a garden long deserted. The beds and walks were vani...
WHAT was he doing the great god Pan Down in the reeds by the river？ Spreading ruin and scattering ban Splashing and paddling with hoofs of a goat And ...
IT is the miller's daughter And she is grown so dear so dear That I would be the jewel That trembles in her ear： For hid in ringlets day and night...
THERE is sweet music here that softer falls Than petals from blown roses on the grass Or night-dews on still waters between walls Of shadowy granite i...
O THAT 'twere possible After long grief and pain To find the arms of my true love Round me once again！ A shadow flits before me Not thou but like ...
I've never ceased to curse the day I signed A seven years' bargain for the Golden Fleece. 'Twas a bad deal all round； and dear enough It c...
THERE were two youths of equal age， Wit， station， strength， and parentage； They studied at the self-same schools， And shaped their thoughts by common ...
WHEN half the drowsy world‘s a-bed And misty morning rises red With jollity of horn and lusty cheer Young Nimrod urges on his dwindling rout； Al...
THE MELANCHOLY days have come the saddest of the year Of wailing winds and naked woods and meadows brown and sere； Heaped in the hollows of the grove ...
How stern are the woes of the desolate mourner As he bends in still grief o'er the hallowed bier， As enanguished he turns from the laugh of the sc...