• A Fish Answers

    Amazing monster! that, for aught I know,
    With the first sight of thee didst make our race
    For ever stare! O flat and shocking face,
    Grimly divided from the breast below! ... more »

  • A Night-Rain In Summer

    Open the window, and let the air
    Freshly blow upon face and hair,
    And fill the room, as it fills the night,
    With the breath of the rain's sweet might.... more »

  • A Thought Of The Nile

    It flows through old hushed Egypt and its sands,
    Like some grave mighty thought threading a dream,
    And times and things, as in that vision, seem
    Keeping along it their eternal stands,--... more »

  • A Thought Or Two On Reading Pomfret's

    I have been reading Pomfret's "Choice" this spring,
    A pretty kind of--sort of--kind of thing,
    Not much a verse, and poem none at all,
    Yet, as they say, extremely natural.... more »

  • Abou Ben Adhem

    Abou Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase!)
    Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace,
    And saw, within the moonlight in his room,
    Making it rich, and like a lily in bloom,... more »

  • An Angel In The House

    How sweet it were, if without feeble fright,
    Or dying of the dreadful beauteous sight,
    An angel came to us, and we could bear
    To see him issue from the silent air... more »

  • Ariadne Waking

    The moist and quiet morn was scarcely breaking,
    When Ariadne in her bower was waking;
    Her eyelids still were closing, and she heard
    But indistinctly yet a little bird,... more »

  • Bacchus And Ariadne

    The moist and quiet morn was scarcely breaking.
    When Ariadne in her bower was waking;
    Her eyelids still were closing, and she heard
    But indistinctly yet a little bird.... more »

  • Bellman's Verses For 1814

    Huzza, my boys! our friends the Dutch have risen,
    Our good old friends, and burst the Tyrant's prison!... more »

  • Death

    Death is a road our dearest friends have gone;
    Why with such leaders, fear to say, "Lead on?"
    Its gate repels, lest it too soon be tried,
    But turns in balm on the immortal side.... more »

  • How Robin And His Outlaws Lived In The Woods

    Robin and his merry men
    : Lived just like the birds;
    They had almost as many tracks as thoughts,
    : And whistles and songs as words.... more »

  • Jenny Kissed Me

    Jenny kissed me when we met,
    Jumping from the chair she sat in;
    Time, you thief, who love to get
    Sweets into your list, put that in!... more »

  • May And The Poets

    There is May in books forever;
    May will part from Spenser never;
    May's in Milton, May's in Prior,
    May's in Chaucer, Thomson, Dyer;... more »

  • On Receiving A Crown Of Ivy From John Keats

    It is a lofty feeling, yet a kind,
    Thus to be topped with leaves;--to have a sense
    Of honour-shaded thought,--an influence
    As from great nature's fingers, and be twined ... more »

  • On The Same (On Receiving A Crown Of Ivy From Keats)

    It is a lofty feeling, yet a kind,
    Thus to be topped with leaves; -- to have a sense
    Of honour-shaded thought,-- an influence... more »

  • Robin Hood, A Child.

    It was the pleasant season yet,
    When the stones at cottage doors
    Dry quickly, while the roads are wet,
    After the silver showers.... more »

  • Robin Hood, An Outlaw.

    Robin Hood is an outlaw bold
    Under the greenwood tree;
    Bird, nor stag, nor morning air
    Is more at large than he.... more »

  • Robin Hood's Flight

    Robin Hood's mother, these twelve years now,
    Has been gone from her earthly home;
    And Robin has paid, he scarce knew how,
    A sum for a noble tomb.... more »

  • Rondeau

    Jenny kiss'd me when we met,
    Jumping from the chair she sat in;
    Time, you thief, who love to get
    Sweets into your list, put that in!... more »

  • Song Of Fairies Robbing An Orchard

    We, the Fairies, blithe and antic,
    Of dimensions not gigantic,
    Though the moonshine mostly keep us,
    Oft in orchards frisk and peep us.... more »

  • Sudden Fine Weather

    Reader! what soul that laoves a verse can see
    The spring return, nor glow like you and me?
    Hear the quick birds, and see the landscape fill,
    Nor long to utter his melodious will? ... more »

  • The Field Of Battle

    The Deed of Blood is o'er!
    And, hark, the Trumpet's mournful breath
    Low murmurs round it a Note of Death—
    The Mighty are no more!... more »

  • The Glove And The Lions

    King Francis was a hearty king, and loved a royal sport,
    And one day as his lions fought, sat looking on the court;
    The nobles filled the benches, and the ladies in their pride,
    And 'mongst them sat the Count de Lorge, with one for whom he sighed:... more »

  • The Negro Boy

    Paupertas onus visa est grave.


    Cold blows the wind, and while the tear... more »

  • The Nile

    It flows through old hushed Egypt and its sands,
    Like some grave mighty thought threading a dream,
    And times and things, as in that vision, seem
    Keeping along it their eternal stands,-- ... more »