Poems

But is this love, that in my hollow breast Gnaws like a silent poison, till I faint? Is this the vision that the haggard saint Fed with his vigils, till he found his rest? Is th...

ON A VOLUME OF SCHOLASTIC PHILOSOPHY ON THE DEATH OF A METAPHYSICIAN. ON A PIECE OF TAPESTRY To W. P BEFORE A STATUE OF ACHILLES THE RUSTIC AT THE PLAY

Still o'er this town the crested castle stands, A nest for storks, as once for haughty souls, Still from the abbey, where the vale expands, The curfew for the long departed tolls,

Who brought thee forth, immortal vision, who In Phthia or in Tempe brought thee forth? Out of the sunlight and the sapful earth What god the simples of thy spirit drew? A goddes...

By sloth and lust and mindlessness and pelf Spain sank in sadness and dishonour down, Each in his service serving but himself, Each in his passion striking at her crown. Not tha...