Richard Monckton Milnes, Lord Houghton

  • O Gentler Censor of our age!
    Prime master of our ampler tongue!
    Whose word of wit and generous page
    Were never wroth except with Wrong.

    Fielding—without the manner’s dross,
    Scott—with a spirit’s larger room,
    What Prelate deems thy grave his loss...

  • From “Anima Mundi”
                                GOD is good,
    And flight is destined for the callow wing,
    And the high appetite implies the food,
    And souls most reach the level whence they spring;
    O Life of very life! set free our powers,
    Hasten the...

  • I Stood, one Sunday morning,
    Before a large church door,
    The congregation gathered,
    And carriages a score,—
    From one out stepped a lady
    I oft had seen before.

    Her hand was on a prayer-book,
    And held a vinaigrette;
    The sign of man’...

  • They seemed to those who saw them meet
    The worldly friends of every day,
    Her smile was undisturbed and sweet,
    His courtesy was free and gay.

    But yet if one the other’s name
    In some unguarded moment heard,
    The heart you thought so calm and tame,...

  • I Wandered by the brookside,
    I wandered by the mill;
    I could not hear the brook flow,—
    The noisy wheel was still;
    There was no burr of grasshopper,
    No chirp of any bird,
    But the beating of my own heart
    Was all the sound I heard.

    I...

  • A Fair little girl sat under a tree
    Sewing as long as her eyes could see;
    Then smoothed her work and folded it right,
    And said, “Dear work, good night, good night!”

    Such a number of rooks came over her head,
    Crying, “Caw, caw!” on their way to bed,...