Death be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dreadfull, for, thou art not soe, For, those, whom…
I wandered through each chartered street, Near where the chartered Thames does flow, A mark in every face I meet,…
Looking up at the stars, I know quite well That, for all they care, I can go to hell, But…
The spirit is too blunt an instrument to have made this baby. Nothing so unskilful as human passions could have…
I have seen the sun break through to illuminate a small field for a while, and gone my way and…
Last night I begged the Wise One to tell me the secret of the world. Gently, gently he whispered, “Be…
Clearly the blue river chimes in its flowing Under my eye; Warmly and broadly the south winds are blowing Over…
When will the stream be aweary of flowing Under my eye? When will the wind be aweary of blowing Over…
As kingfishers catch fire, dragonflies draw flame; As tumbled over rim in roundy wells Stones ring; like each tucked string…
Thou fair-hair’d angel of the evening, Now, whilst the sun rests on the mountains, light Thy bright torch of love;…