Poems (12)
- A Footnote to a Famous LyricTrue love’s own talisman, which here
- In LeinsterI try to knead and spin, but my life is low the while.
- Martyr's MemorialSuch natural debts of love our Oxford knows,
- Ode for a Master Mariner AshoreThere in his room, whene’er the moon looks in,
- Of Joan's YouthI would unto my fair restore
- On First Entering Westminster AbbeyHoly of England! since my light is short
- Pax PaganicaGood oars, for Arnold’s sake,
- SanctuaryHigh above hate I dwell:
- The Wild RideI hear in my heart, I hear in its ominous pulses,
- To a Dog’s MemoryThe Gusty morns are here,
- Tryste NoëlThe Ox he openeth wide the Doore
- Valse JeuneAre favoring ladies above thee?