The Worldly Hope men set their Hearts upon Turns Ashes—or it prospers;…
by Dev
I met a traveller from an antique land, Who said—“Two vast and…
O hushed October morning mild, Thy leaves have ripened to the fall;…
Will no one tell me what she sings?— Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow…
Supper comes at five o'clock, At six, the evening star, My lover comes…
I am moved by fancies that are curled Around these images, and cling:…
In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried…
Sorrow like a ceaseless rain Beats upon my heart. People twist and…
Time passed from mind. Time died; and then we were Once more at home…
The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks: The long day wanes: the…
