Fears And Scruples Here’s my case. Of old I used to love him. This same unseen friend, before I knew: Dream there …

Abt Volger (after he has been extemporizing upon the musical instrument of his invention) Would that the structure brave, the manifold music …

Introduction Pippa Passes New Year’s Day at Asolo in the Trevisan Scene.- A large mean airy chamber. A girl, Pippa, from the …

Pippa’s Song The year’s at the spring, And day’s at the morn; Morning’s at seven; The hill-side’s dew-pearl’d; The lark’s on the …

Thus The Mayne Glideth THUS the Mayne glideth Where my Love abideth; Sleep ‘s no softer: it proceeds On through lawns, on …

In Three Days I. So, I shall see her in three days And just one night, but nights are short, Then two …

Childe Roland To The Dark Tower Came I. My first thought was, he lied in every word, That hoary cripple, with malicious …

Master Hugues Of Saxe-Gotha An imaginary composer.] I. Hist, but a word, fair and soft! Forth and be judged, Master Hugues! Answer …

The Boy And The Angel Morning, evening, noon and night, “Praise God!; sang Theocrite. Then to his poor trade he turned, Whereby …

Youth And Art 1 It once might have been, once only: 2 We lodged in a street together, 3 You, a sparrow …

Home Thoughts, From Abroad Oh, to be in England Now that April’s there, And whoever wakes in England Sees, some morning, unaware, …

Apparitions (_Prologue to ‘The Two Poets of Croisic.’_) Such a starved bank of moss Till, that May-morn, Blue ran the flash across: …

O’ Lyric Love O’ Lyric Love, half angel and half bird, And all a wonder and a wild desire,- Boldest of hearts …

The Last Ride Together I. I said—Then, dearest, since ’tis so, Since now at length my fate I know, Since nothing all …

Evelyn Hope I. Beautiful Evelyn Hope is dead! Sit and watch by her side an hour. That is her book-shelf, this her …

After Take the cloak from his face, and at first Let the corpse do its worst! How he lies in his rights …

Italian In England, The That second time they hunted me From hill to plain, from shore to sea, And Austria, hounding far …

Popularity I. Stand still, true poet that you are! I know you; let me try and draw you. Some night you’ll fail …

To Edward Fitzgerald I chanced upon a new book yesterday; I opened it, and, where my finger lay ‘Twixt page and uncut …

In A Year Never any more, While I live, Need I hope to see his face As before. Once his love grown …

Cavalier Tunes Marching Along Kentish Sir Byng stood for his King, Bidding the crop-headed Parliament swing: And, pressing a troop unable to …

Meeting At Night I. The grey sea and the long black land; And the yellow half-moon large and low; And the startled …

The Flight Of The Duchess I. You’re my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to …

A Cavalier Song Kentish Sir Byng stood for his King, Bidding the crop-headed Parliament swing: And, pressing a troop unable to stoop …

Holy-Cross Day ON WHICH THE JEWS WERE FORCED TO ATTEND AN ANNUAL CHRISTIAN SERMON IN ROME. [“Now was come about Holy-Cross Day, …

Apparent Failure ‘We shall soon lose a celebrated building.’ –_Paris Newspaper_. No, for I’ll save it! Seven years since I passed through …

Old Pictures In Florence I. The morn when first it thunders in March, The eel in the pond gives a leap, they …

The Lost Mistress I. All’s over, then: does truth sound bitter As one at first believes? Hark, ’tis the sparrows’ good-night twitter …

Caliban Upon Setebos Or, Natural Theology In The Island “Thou thoughtest that I was altogether such a one as thyself.” (David, Psalms …

Among The Rocks Oh, good gigantic smile o’ the brown old earth, This autumn morning! How he sets his bones To bask …

Laboratory, The ANCIEN R GIME. I. Now that I, tying thy glass mask tightly, May gaze thro’ these faint smokes curling whitely, …

Porphyria’s Lover The rain set early in to-night, The sullen wind was soon awake, It tore the elm-tops down for spite, And …

Time’s Revenges I’ve a Friend, over the sea; I like him, but he loves me. It all grew out of the books …

In A Gondola He sings_. I send my heart up to thee, all my heart In this my singing. For the stars …

Cavalier Tunes Give A Rouse King Charles, and who’ll do him right now? King Charles, and who’s ripe for fight now? Give …

Memorabilia I. Ah, did you once see Shelley plain, And did he stop and speak to you And did you speak to …

The Confessional I. It is a lie—their Priests, their Pope, Their Saints, their … all they fear or hope Are lies, and …

A Face If one could have that little head of hers Painted upon a background of pure gold, Such as the Tuscan’s …

Herve Riel On the sea and at the Hogue, sixteen hundred ninety two, Did the English fight the French,–woe to France! And, …

Any Wife To Any Husband My love, this is the bitterest, that thou— Who art all truth, and who dost love me …

One Word More TO E.B.B. I There they are, my fifty men and women Naming me the fifty poems finished! Take them, …

The Lost Leader I. Just for a handful of silver he left us, Just for a riband to stick in his coat— …

Epilogue To Asolando At the midnight in the silence of the sleep-time, When you set your fancies free, Will they pass to …

Last Ride Together, The I. I said—Then, dearest, since ’tis so, Since now at length my fate I know, Since nothing all …

Prospice Fear death?—to feel the fog in my throat, The mist in my face, When the snows begin, and the blasts denote …

Tray Sing me a hero! Quench my thirst Of soul, ye bards! Quoth Bard the first: ‘Sir Olaf, the good knight, did …

Earth’s Immortalities FAME. See, as the prettiest graves will do in time, Our poet’s wants the freshness of its prime; Spite of …

Boy And The Angel, The Morning, evening, noon and night, “Praise God!; sang Theocrite. Then to his poor trade he turned, Whereby …

My Last Duchess FERRARA. That’s my last Duchess painted on the wall, Looking as if she were alive. I call That piece …

The Englishman In Italy PIANO DI SORRENTO Fort, Fort, my beloved one, Sit here by my side, On my knees put up …

A Light Woman I. So far as our story approaches the end, Which do you pity the most of us three?— My …

Heretic’s Tragedy, The A MIDDLE-AGE INTERLUDE. ROSA MUNDI; SEU, FULCITE ME FLORIBUS. A CONCEIT OF MASTER GYSBRECHT, CANON-REGULAR OF SAID JODOCUS-BY-THE-BAR, YPRES …

Andrea Del Sarto But do not let us quarrel any more, No, my Lucrezia; bear with me for once: Sit down and …

Over The Sea Our Galleys Went Over the sea our galleys went, With cleaving prows in order brave, To a speeding wind …

The Patriot AN OLD STORY. I. It was roses, roses, all the way, With myrtle mixed in my path like mad: The …

Easter-Day HOW very hard it is to be A Christian! Hard for you and me, —Not the mere task of making real …

Life In A Bottle Escape me? Never– Beloved! While I am I, and you are you, So long as the world contains …

Rabbi Ben Ezra Grow old along with me! The best is yet to be, The last of life, for which the first …

Up At A Villa–Down In The City Had I but plenty of money, money enough and to spare, The house for me, …

Count Gismond–Aix In Provence Christ God who savest man, save most Of men Count Gismond who saved me! Count Gauthier, when he …