For your letter, dear [Hattie], accept my best thanks. From the ends of the earth, from the ends of the earth Gather, O gather Ghosts of the dead! have I not heard your yelling Good-night? ah! no; the hour is ill Great Spirit whom the sea of boundless thought Hail to thee, blithe Spirit!. Hail to thee, Cambria! for the unfettered wind Hast thou not seen, officious with delight He came like a dream in the dawn of life 478 He wanders, like a day-appearing dream 653 Hell is a city much like London. 346 Here I sit with my paper, my pen and Her hair was brown, her sphered eyes were brown 164 542 my ink 833 'Here lieth One whose name was writ on water 652 His face was like a snake's-wrinkled and loose. 627 How, my dear Mary,-are you critic-bitten. 366 How stern are the woes of the desolate mourner. 850 I am afraid these verses will not please you, but. I met a traveller from an antique land I mourn Adonis dead-loveliest Adonis I sate beside the Steersman then, and gazing I stood within the City disinterred In the cave which wild weeds cover Kissing Helena, together Let there be light! said Liberty. PAGE 871 555 546 713 651 186 220 114 694 Let those who pine in pride or in revenge Life of Life! thy lips enkindle Lift not the painted veil which those who live Like the ghost of a dear friend dead. Lo, Peter in Hell's Grosvenor Square No, Music, thou art not the food of Love' Nor happiness, nor majesty, nor fame Not far from hence. From yonder pointed hill. 537 545 209 640 640 554 537 863 635 621 721 662 O that mine enemy had written . O thou immortal deity 352 O thou bright Sun! beneath the dark blue line. 871 654 O thou, who plumed with strong desire 609 O universal Mother, who dost keep 693 O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being Oh! take the pure gem to where southerly breezes 859 Rarely, rarely, comest thou 633 Reach me that handkerchief!- My brain is hurt 293 She was an aged woman; and the years 860 Silence! Oh, well are Death and Sleep and Thou 565 So we sate joyous as the morning ray 105 Stern, stern is the voice of fate's fearful command 840 The stars may dissolve, and the fountain of light 839 647 557 The sun makes music as of old The transport of a fierce and monstrous gladness The voice of the Spirits of Air and of Earth 740 144 626 251 The wind has swept from the wide atmosphere There late was One within whose subtle being The warm sun is failing, the bleak wind is wailing The world is dreary The world's great age begins anew 614 632 520 577 541 472 253 531 579 525 668 There was a youth, who, as with toil and travel Those whom nor power, nor lying faith, nor toil 156 668 542 543 |