At VeronaHow steep the stairs within Kings' houses areFor exile-wearied feet as mine to tread,And O how salt... [查看全文]
Amor IntellectualisOft have we trod the vales of CastalyAnd heard sweet notes of sylvan music blownFrom antique r... [查看全文]
TheoretikosThis mighty empire hath but feet of clay:Of all its ancient chivalry and mightOur little island is for... [查看全文]
Santa DeccaThe Gods are dead: no longer do we bringTo grey-eyed Pallas crowns of olive-leaves!Demeter's child ... [查看全文]
The Grave of ShelleyLike burnt-out torches by a sick man's bedGaunt cypress-trees stand round the sun-bleached... [查看全文]
Wasted Days(From a Picture Painted by Miss V. T.)A fair slim boy not made for this world's pain,With hair o... [查看全文]
E TenebrisCome down, O Christ, and help me! reach thy hand,For I am drowning in a stormier seaThan Simon on th... [查看全文]
To MiltonMilton! I think thy spirit hath passed awayFrom these white cliffs, and high-embattled towers;This gorgeou... [查看全文]
Vita NuovaI stood by the unvintageable seaTill the wet waves drenched face and hair with spray;The long red fire... [查看全文]
Easter DayThe silver trumpets rang across the Dome:The people knelt upon the ground with awe:And borne upon the ... [查看全文]