Made at the Cock O plump head-waiter at The Cock, To which I most resort,How goes the time? ’Tis five o’clock. Go fetch a pint of port:But let it not be such as that You set before chance-comers,But such whose father-grape grew fat On…
Sweet Emma Moreland of yonder town Met me walking on yonder way;‘And have you lost your heart?’ she said; ‘And are you married yet, Edward Gray?’ Sweet Emma Moreland spoke to me; Bitterly weeping I turn’d away:‘Sweet Emma Moreland, love no more Can touch…
So, Lady Flora, take my lay, And, if you find a meaning there,O whisper to your glass, and say, ‘What wonder, if he thinks me fair?’What wonder I was all unwise, To shape the song for your delightLike long-tail’d birds of Paradise That float…
You shake your head. A random string Your finer female sense offends.Well – were it not a pleasant thing To fall asleep with all one’s friends;To pass with all our social ties To silence from the paths of men; And…
(No alteration since 1842.) 1 So, Lady Flora, take my lay,And if you find no moral there,Go, look in any glass and say,What moral is in being fair.Oh, to what uses shall we putThe wildweed-flower that simply blows?And is there…
(No alteration since 1842.) 1 And on her lover’s arm she leant,And round her waist she felt it fold,And far across the hills they wentIn that new world which is the old:Across the hills and far awayBeyond their utmost purple…
No alteration after 1853. 1 A touch, a kiss! the charm was snapt.There rose a noise of striking clocks,And feet that ran, and doors that clapt,And barking dogs, and crowing cocks;A fuller light illumined all,A breeze thro’ all the garden…
(No alteration after 1853.) 1 All precious things, discover’d late,To those that seek them issue forth;For love in sequel works with fate,And draws the veil from hidden worth.He travels far from other skiesHis mantle glitters on the rocks—A fairy Prince,…
1 Year after year unto her feet,She lying on her couch alone,Across the purpled coverlet,The maiden’s jet-black hair has grown, [1]On either side her tranced formForth streaming from a braid of pearl:The slumbrous light is rich and warm,And moves…
(No alteration since 1851.) 1 The varying year with blade and sheaf Clothes and reclothes the happy plains; Here rests the sap within the leaf, Here stays the blood along the veins. Faint shadows, vapours lightly curl’d, Faint murmurs from…
