You ask me, why, tho' ill at ease,
Within this...
It little profits that an idle king,
By this still...
Roman Virgil, thou that singest
Ilion's lofty...
Written at the Request of the Mantuans for the Nineteenth...
O loyal to the royal in thyself,
And loyal to thy land,...
The wind, that beats the mountain, blows
More softly...
OLD FITZ, who from your suburb grange,
Where...
The woods decay, the woods decay and fall,
The...
'Your ringlets, your ringlets,
That look so...
I
AT Flores, in the Azores Sir Richard Grenville...
THE groundflame of the crocus breaks the mould,
...
Thy voice is heard thro' rolling drums,
That...
Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean,
...
Our enemies have fall'n, have fall'n: the seed,
...
O Swallow, Swallow, flying, flying South,
Fly to...
Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white;
...
Home they brought her warrior dead:
She nor...
Come down, O maid, from yonder mountain height:
...
Ask me no more: the moon may draw the sea;
...
As thro' the land at eve we went,
And pluck'd...
So closed our tale, of which I give you all
The random...
Sir Walter Vivian all a summer's day
Gave his broad lawns...
My dream had never died or lived again.
As in some mystic...
Now, scarce three paces measured from the mound,
We...
'There sinks the nebulous star we call the Sun,
If that...