Look not in my eyes, for fearThy mirror true the sight I see,And there you find your face too clearAnd…
It nods and curtsey's and recoversWhen the wind blows above,The nettle on the graves of loversThat hanged themselves for love.The…
Into my heart an air that killsFrom yon far country blows:What are those blue remembered hills,What spires, what farms are…
In my own shire, if I was sad,Homely comforters I had:The earth, because my heart was sore,Sorrowed for the son…
If by chance your eye offend you,Pluck it out, lad, and be sound:'Twill hurt, but here are salves to friend…
The vane on Hughley steepleVeers bright, a far-known sign,And there lie Hughley peopleAnd there lie friends of mine.Tall in their…
From far, from eve and morningAnd yon twelve-winded sky,The stuff of life to knit meBlew hither: here am I.Now-- for…
"Farewell to barn and stack and tree,Farewell to Severn shore.Terence, look your last at me,For I come home no more."The…
These, in the day when heaven was falling,The hour when earth's foundations fled,Followed their mercenary callingAnd took their wages and…
Horace, Odes, iv, 7The snows are fled away, leaves on the shawsAnd grasses in the mead renew their birth,The river…