The Wanderer
The ships are lying in the bay,
The gulls are swinging round their spars;
My…
The gulls are swinging round their spars;
My…
Literature
The Wild Flower’s Song
As I wander’d the forest,
The green leaves among,
I heard a wild flower
Singing…
The green leaves among,
I heard a wild flower
Singing…
Bereavement
Nay, weep not, dearest, though the child be dead;
He lives again in Heaven’s unclouded…
He lives again in Heaven’s unclouded…
The Peace Autumn
Written for the Essex County Agricultural Festival, 1865.
Thanks God for rest, where none molest,…
Lovers of Life
Ego Dominus Tuus
Hic
Yet surely there are men who have made their art
Out…
Yet surely there are men who have made their art
Out…
Edged Tools
Well, Helen, quite two years have flown
Since that enchanted, dreamy night,
When you and…
Since that enchanted, dreamy night,
When you and…
Tom O’ Bedlam
With a host of furious fancies,
Whereof I am commander,
With a burning spear and…
Whereof I am commander,
With a burning spear and…
To His Forsaken Mistress
I do confess thou’rt smooth and fair,
And I might have gone near to love…
And I might have gone near to love…
