True love’s own talisman, which here
Shakespeare and Sidney failed to teach,
A steel-and-velvet Cavalier
Gave to our Saxon speech:

Chief miracle of theme and touch
That upstart enviers adore:
I could not love thee, dear, so much,
Loved I...

  THE Groves were God’s first temples. Ere man learned
To hew the shaft, and lay the architrave,
And spread the roof above them,—ere he framed
The lofty vault, to gather and roll back
The sound of anthems; in the darkling wood,
Amidst the cool and silence...

In a coign of the cliff between lowland and highland,
  At the sea-down’s edge between windward and lee,
Walled round with rocks as an inland island,
  The ghost of a garden fronts the sea.
A girdle of brushwood and thorn encloses
  The steep, square slope...

El aire se serena
y viste de hermosura y luz no usada,
Salinas, cuando suena
la música extremada
por vuestra sabia mano gobernada.

A cuyo son divino
mi alma, que en olvido está sumida,
torna a cobrar el tino
y memoria perdida
de su origen...

Cuando mundano anhelo
o triste vanidad mi pecho inquieta,
alivio pedir suelo
en estancia secreta
a tu divina musa, oh mi poeta.
Siéntese el alma luego,
cual si saliera presurosa de éste,
en mundo de sosiego;
ni hay ya qué la moleste,
y va...