• George Chapman:Xi

    HIGH priest of Homer, not elect in vain,
    Deep trumpets blow before thee, shawms behind
    Mix music with the rolling wheels that wind... more »

  • Had I Wist

    Had I wist, when life was like a warm wind playing
    Light and loud through sundawn and the dew's bright trust,
    How the time should come for hearts to sigh in saying
    'Had I wist' -... more »

  • Hendecasyllabics

    In the month of the long decline of roses
    I, beholding the summer dead before me,
    Set my face to the sea and journeyed silent,... more »

  • Hermaphroditus

    I.
    LIFT UP thy lips, turn round, look back for love,
    Blind love that comes by night and casts out rest;... more »

  • Hertha

    I AM that which began;
       Out of me the years roll;
       Out of me God and man;
       I am equal and whole;... more »

  • Hesperia

    OUT OF the golden remote wild west where the sea without shore is,
    Full of the sunset, and sad, if at all, with the fulness of joy,... more »

  • Hope And Fear

    Beneath the shadow of dawn's aërial cope,
    With eyes enkindled as the sun's own sphere,
    Hope from the front of youth in godlike cheer... more »

  • Hymn Of Man

    In the grey beginning of years, in the twilight of things that began,
    The word of the earth in the ears of the world, was it God? was it man?
    The word of the earth to the spheres her sisters, the note of her song,
    The sound of her speech in the ears of the starry and sisterly throng,... more »

  • Hymn To Proserpine (After The Proclamation Of The Christian

    Vicisti, Galilæe
    I have lived long enough, having seen one thing, that love hath an end;
    Goddess and maiden and queen, be near me now and befriend.
    Thou art more than the day or the morrow, the seasons that laugh or that weep;... more »

  • Ilicet

    THERE is an end of joy and sorrow;
    Peace all day long, all night, all morrow,
    But never a time to laugh or weep.... more »

  • In Guernsey - To Theodore Watts

    The heavenly bay, ringed round with cliffs and moors,
    Storm-stained ravines, and crags that lawns inlay,
    Soothes as with love the rocks whose guard secures
    The heavenly bay.... more »

  • In Harbour

    I.

    Goodnight and goodbye to the life whose signs denote us
    As mourners clothed with regret for the life gone by;... more »

  • In Memory Of Walter Savage Landor

    Back to the flower-town, side by side,
    The bright months bring,
    New-born, the bridegroom and the bride,
    Freedom and spring.... more »

  • In San Lorenzo

    Is thine hour come to wake, O slumbering Night?
    Hath not the Dawn a message in thine ear?
    Though thou be stone and sleep, yet shalt thou hear
    When the word falls from heaven--Let there be light.... more »

  • In Sark

    Abreast and ahead of the sea is a crag's front cloven asunder
    With strong sea-breach and with wasting of winds whence terror is
    shed
    As a shadow of death from the wings of the darkness on waters that... more »

  • In The Bay

    I
    Beyond the hollow sunset, ere a star
    Take heart in heaven from eastward, while the west,
    Fulfilled of watery resonance and rest,... more »

  • In The Orchard

    LEAVE go my hands, let me catch breath and see;
    Let the dew-fall drench either side of me;
    Clear apple-leaves are soft upon that moon... more »

  • Insularum Ocelle

    Sark, fairer than aught in the world that the lit skies cover,
    Laughs inly behind her cliffs, and the seafarers mark
    As a shrine where the sunlight serves, though the blown clouds hover,
    Sark.... more »

  • Itylus

    Swallow, my sister, O sister swallow,
    How can thine heart be full of the spring?
    A thousand summers are over and dead.
    What hast thou found in the spring to follow?... more »

  • James Shirley: Xiv

    THE DUSK of day’s decline was hard on dark
    When evening trembled round thy glowworm lamp
    That shone across her shades and dewy damp... more »

  • John Day: Xiii

    DAY was a full-blown flower in heaven, alive
    With murmuring joy of bees and birds aswarm,
    When in the skies of song yet flushed and warm... more »

  • John Ford: Vi

    HEW hard the marble from the mountain’s heart
    Where hardest night holds fast in iron gloom
    Gems brighter than an April dawn in bloom,... more »

  • John Marston: Xii

    THE BITTERNESS of death and bitterer scorn
    Breathes from the broad-leafed aloe-plant whence thou
    Wast fain to gather for thy bended brow... more »

  • John Webster: Vii

    THUNDER: the flesh quails, and the soul bows down.
    Night: east, west, south, and northward, very night... more »

  • Laus Veneris

    Asleep or waking is it? for her neck,
    Kissed over close, wears yet a purple speck
    Wherein the pained blood falters and goes out;... more »