Poems

The Staff and Scrip “Who rules these lands?” the Pilgrim said. “Stranger, Queen Blanchelys.” “And who has thus harried them?” he said. “It was Duke Luke […]

The Staircase Of Notre Dame, Paris As one who, groping in a narrow stair, Hath a strong sound of bells upon his ears, Which, being at […]

The stream’s secret What thing unto mine ear Wouldst thou convey,—what secret thing, O wandering water ever whispering? Surely thy speech shall be of her. Thou […]

The Turning-Point AT length I sickened, standing in the sun Truthful and for the Truth, whose only fees Are madness and sharp death. I bowed my […]

The White Ship Henry I. Of England… By none but me can the tale be told, The butcher of Rouen, poor Berold. (Lands are swayed by […]

The Wombat OH how the family affections combat Within this heart, and each hour flings a bomb at My burning soul! Neither from owl nor from […]

The Woodspurge THE wind flapped loose, the wind was still, Shaken out dead from tree and hill: I had walked on at the wind’s will,— I […]

The World’s Doing ONE scarce would think that we can be the same Who used, in those first childish Junes, to creep With held breath through […]

Thomae Fides “DIGITUM tuum, Thoma, Infer, et vide manûs! Manum tuam, Thoma, Affer, et mitte in latus.” “Dominus et Deus, Deus,” dixit, “Et Dominus meus.” “Quia […]

Thomas Chatterton WITH Shakspeare’s manhood at a boy’s wild heart,— Through Hamlet’s doubt to Shakspeare near allied, And kin to Milton through his Satan’s pride,— At […]