1. English

  • If your Nerve, deny you —

    If your Nerve, deny you —

    Go above your Nerve —

    He can lean against the Grave,

    If he fear to swerve —


    That's a steady posture —

    Never any bend

    Held of those Brass arms —

    Best Giant made —


    If your Soul seesaw —

    Lift the Flesh door —

    The Poltroon...

  • Image of Light, Adieu —

    Image of Light, Adieu —

    Thanks for the interview —

    So long — so short —

    Preceptor of the whole —

    Coeval Cardinal —

    Impart — Depart —

  • Imitation of Pope A Compliment to the Ladies


    Imitation of Pope A Compliment to the Ladies


    Wondrous the Gods more wondrous are the Men

    More Wondrous Wondrous still the Cock & Hen

    More wondrous still the Table Stool & Chair

    But Ah More wondrous still the Charming Fair

  • An imitation

            As once I dreamed, methought I strayed

            Within a snow-clad mountain's shade;

            From whose far height the silence bore

            One charméd word, "Excelsior!"

     

            And, as upon my soul it fell,

            It bound me with a fearful spell;

            It shut the sweet vale...

  • Impossibility, like Wine

    Impossibility, like Wine

    Exhilarates the Man

    Who tastes it; Possibility

    Is flavorless — Combine


    A Chance's faintest Tincture

    And in the former Dram

    Enchantment makes ingredient

    As certainly as Doom —

  • In a wife I would desire


    * * *


    In a wife I would desire

    What in whores is always found

    The lineaments of Gratified desire[3]

  • In Defence Of The Bush

    So you're back from up the country, Mister Townsman, where you went,

    And you're cursing all the business in a bitter discontent;

    Well, we grieve to disappoint you, and it makes us sad to hear

    That it wasn't cool and shady — and there wasn't plenty beer,

    And the loony bullock snorted when you first came into view;

    ...

  • In Ebon Box, when years have flown

    In Ebon Box, when years have flown

    To reverently peer,

    Wiping away the velvet dust

    Summers have sprinkled there!


    To hold a letter to the light —

    Grown Tawny now, with time —

    To con the faded syllables

    That quickened us like Wine!


    Perhaps a Flower's shrivelled check...

  • In falling Timbers buried —

    In falling Timbers buried —

    There breathed a Man —

    Outside — the spades — were plying —

    The Lungs — within —


    Could He — know — they sought Him —

    Could They — know — He breathed —

    Horrid Sand Partition —

    Neither — could be heard —


    Never slacked the Diggers —
    ...

  • In lands I never saw — they say

    In lands I never saw — they say

    Immortal Alps look down —

    Whose Bonnets touch the firmament —

    Whose Sandals touch the town —


    Meek at whose everlasting feet

    A Myriad Daisy play —

    Which, Sir, are you and which am I

    Upon an August day?