Poems

Idle Blessedness I KNOW not how it is, I have the knack, In lazy moods, of seeking no excuse; But holding that man’s ease must be […]

In The Train, And At Versailles In a dull swiftness we are carried by With bodies left at sway and shaking knees. The wind has ceased, […]

Insomnia THIN are the night-skirts left behind By daybreak hours that onward creep, And thin, alas! the shred of sleep That wavers with the spirit’s wind: […]

Jenny Lazy laughing languid Jenny, Fond of a kiss and fond of a guinea, Whose head upon my knee to-night Rests for a while, as if […]

Joan of Arc This word had Merlin said from of old:— That out of the Oak Tree Shade In the day of France’s direst dule, God’s […]

John Keats THE weltering London ways where children weep And girls whom none call maidens laugh,—strange road Miring his outward steps, who inly trode The bright […]

La Bella Mano O BELLA Mano, che ti lavi e piaci In quel medesmo tuo puro elemento Donde la Dea dell’ amoroso avvento Nacque, (e dall’ […]

La Ricordanza MAGGIOR dolore è ben la Ricordanza, O nell’ amaro inferno amena stanza?

Last Love [Canzone] Love hath a chamber all of imagery; And there is one dim nook, A little storied web wherein my heart From leaf to […]

Last Sonnets At Paris I Chins that might serve the new Jerusalem; Streets footsore; minute whisking milliners, Dubbed graceful, but at whom one’s eye demurs, Knowing […]