AMONG the dwellings framed by birds In field or forest with nice care， Is none that with the little Wren's In snugness may compare. No door the te...
To meet， to know， to love， and then to part， is the sad tale of many a human heart....
FROM the forests and highlands We come we come； From the river-girt islands Where loud waves are dumb Listening to my sweet pipings. The wind in the r...
HOW shall I know thee in the sphere which keeps The disembodied spirits of the dead When all of thee that time could wither sleeps And perishes among ...
LET me move slowly through the street Filled with an ever-shifting train Amid the sound of steps that beat The murmuring walks like autumn rain. How f...
OUR band is few but true and tried Our leader frank and bold； The British soldier trembles When Marion's name is told. Our fortress is the good gr...
I am not yours， not lost in you， Not lost， although I long to be Lost as a candle lit at noon， Lost as a snowflake in the sea. You love me， and I find...
In Heaven a spirit doth dwell "Whose heart-strings are a lute"； None sing so wildly well As the angel Israfel And the giddy stars （so legend...
Lo！ Death has reared himself a throne In a strange city lying alone Far down within the dim West Where the good and the bad and the worst and the best...
O sweet spontaneous earth how often have the doting fingers of prurient philosophers pinched and poked thee has the naughty thumb of science prodded t...