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• St. Valentine's Day

  To-day, all day, I rode upon the down,
  With hounds and horsemen, a brave company
  On this side in its glory lay the sea, …

  Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

• Gibraltar

  Seven weeks of sea, and twice seven days of storm
  Upon the huge Atlantic, and once more
  We ride into still water and the calm …

  Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

• Written at Florence

  O WORLD, in very truth thou art too young;
  When wilt thou learn to wear the garb of age?
  World, with thy covering of yellow flowers, …

  Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

• The Two Highwaymen

  I LONG have had a quarrel set with Time
  Because he robb'd me. Every day of life
  Was wrested from me after bitter strife: …

  Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

• A Garden Song

  Here in this sequester'd close
  Bloom the hyacinth and rose,
  Here beside the modest stock …

  Henry Austin Dobson

• Urceus Exit

  I INTENDED an Ode,
  And it turn'd to a Sonnet
  It began à la mode, …

  Henry Austin Dobson

• In After Days

  In after days when grasses high
  O'er-top the stone where I shall lie,
  Though ill or well the world adjust …

  Henry Austin Dobson

• Mooni

  He that is by Mooni now
  Sees the water-sapphires gleaming
  Where the River Spirit, dreaming, …

  Henry Clarence Kendall

• My Delight and Thy Delight

  My delight and thy delight
  Walking, like two angels white,
  In the gardens of the night: …

  Robert Bridges

• Spirits

  Angel spirits of sleep,
  White-robed, with silver hair,
  In your meadows fair, …

  Robert Bridges

• Nightingales

  beautiful must be the mountains whence ye come,
  And bright in the fruitful valleys the streams, wherefrom
  Ye learn your song: …

  Robert Bridges

• A Passer-by

  Whither, O splendid ship, thy white sails crowding,
  Leaning across the bosom of the urgent West,
  That fearest nor sea rising, nor sky clouding, …

  Robert Bridges

• On a Dead Child

  Perfect little body, without fault or stain on thee,
  With promise of strength and manhood full and fair!
  Though cold and stark and bare, …

  Robert Bridges

• Pater Filio

  Sense with keenest edge unusèd,
  Yet unsteel'd by scathing fire;
  Lovely feet as yet unbruisèd …

  Robert Bridges

• Winter Nightfall

  The day begins to droop,—
  Its course is done:
  But nothing tells the place …

  Robert Bridges

• When Death to Either shall come

  When Death to either shall come,—
  I pray it be first to me,—
  Be happy as ever at home, …

  Robert Bridges

• The Odyssey

  As one that for a weary space has lain
  Lull'd by the song of Circe and her wine
  In gardens near the pale of Proserpine, …

  Andrew Lang

• Invictus

  Out of the night that covers me,
  Black as the pit from pole to pole,
  I thank whatever gods may be …

  William Ernest Henley

• Margaritæ Sorori

  A LATE lark twitters from the quiet skies:
  And from the west,
  Where the sun, his day's work ended, …

  William Ernest Henley

• England, My England

  What have I done for you,
  England, my England?
  What is there I would not do, …

  William Ernest Henley

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