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Sonnets. Part II, XXX

© Frederick Goddard Tuckerman

Yet , even mid merry boyhood's tricks and scapes,Early my heart a deeper lesson learnt;Wandering alone by many a mile of burntBlack woodside, that but the snow-flake decks and drapes

His heart was in his garden; but his brainWandered at will among the fiery stars:Bards, heroes, prophets, Homers, Hamilcars,With many angels, stood, his eye to gain;The devils, too, were his familiars

Sonnets. Part I, XVIII

© Frederick Goddard Tuckerman

And Change, with hurried hand, has swept these scenes:The woods have fallen; across the meadow-lotThe hunter's trail and trap-path is forgot;And fire has drunk the swamps of evergreens!Yet for a moment let my fancy plantThese autumn hills again, -- the wild dove's haunt,The wild deer's walk

Sonnets. I

© Frederick Goddard Tuckerman

The starry flower, the flower-like stars that fadeAnd brighten with the daylight and the dark, --The bluet in the green I faintly mark,And glimmering crags with laurel overlaid,Even to the Lord of light, the Lamp of shade,Shine one to me, -- the least, still glorious madeAs crownèd moon, or heaven's great hierarch

Sonnets, II

© Frederick Goddard Tuckerman

Sonnets from the Portuguese v

© Elizabeth Barrett Browning

WHEN our two souls stand up erect and strong

Face to face silent drawing nigh and nigher

Sonnets from the Portuguese iv

© Elizabeth Barrett Browning

IF thou must love me let it be for naught

Except for love's sake only. Do not say

Sonnets from the Portuguese iii

© Elizabeth Barrett Browning

GO from me. Yet I feel that I shall stand

Henceforward in thy shadow. Nevermore

Sonnets from the Portuguese ii

© Elizabeth Barrett Browning

UNLIKE are we unlike O princely Heart!

Unlike our uses and our destinies.

Sonnets from the Portuguese i

© Elizabeth Barrett Browning

I THOUGHT once how Theocritus had sung

Of the sweet years the dear and wish'd-for years

Sensation

© Thorley Wilfred Charles

On sunny summer evenings I shall wander down a bridle-path,The tall corn-blades will fondle me the while I tramp the turf;And dreaming, I shall feel the chilly sweetness on my idle path

Self-Communing

© Thorley Wilfred Charles

Be wise, my sorrow, quit thy vain unrest

Sea-Wind

© Arthur Symons

The flesh is sad, alas! and all the books are read

She walked into our lives like she invented us (4)

She walked into our lives like she invented us

Spleen

I'm like some king in whose corrupted veinsFlows agèd blood; who rules a land of rains;Who, young in years, is old in all distress;Who flees good counsel to find wearinessAmong his dogs and playthings, who is stirredNeither by hunting-hound nor hunting-bird;Whose weary face emotion moves no moreE'en when his people die before his door

Surprised by Evening

© Robert Bly

There is unknown dust that is near us
Waves breaking on shores just over the hill
Trees full of birds that we have never seen
Nets drawn with dark fish.

Snowfall in the Afternoon

© Robert Bly

The grass is half-covered with snow.
It was the sort of snowfall that starts in late afternoon
And now the little houses of the grass are growing dark.