�Where shall we go for our garlands glad    At the falling of the year,    When the burnt-up banks are yellow and sad,    When the boughs are yellow and…

Translated from the Spanish Francesca.     Crush�d and throng�d are all the places    In our amphitheatre,    �Midst a sea of swarming faces    I can yet distinguish her;    Dost thou triumph,…

    Here�s a health to every sportsman, be he stableman or lord,    If his heart be true, I care not what his pocket may afford;    And may he…

    They say that poison-sprinkled flowers    Are sweeter in perfume    Than when, untouched by deadly dew,    They glowed in early bloom.     They say that men condemned to die    Have quaffed…

   They are rhymes rudely strung with intent less    Of sound than of words,    In lands where bright blossoms are scentless,    And songless bright birds;    Where, with fire and fierce…

Dawn     On skies still and starlit    White lustres take hold,    And grey flushes scarlet,    And red flashes gold.    And sun-glories cover    The rose shed above her,    Like lover and lover    They flame…

    Below me half a world I see outspread;            Above, blue heaven; around, peaks of snow;    And yet the happy pulse of life is slow,            I dream of distant…

    The reverent Mussulman bends low to greet            You, Tschatir Dagh, Crimea’s bright-masted ship!    World-altar,–minaret–the place where dip            Down stairs from golden Heaven for the feet!    You guard the door…

   Oh, thankless Crimean land! in ruin laid            Are now the castles that were once your pride!    Here serpents and the owls from daylight hide,            And robbers arm them…

  (Mirza)     Pray! Pray! Let loose the bridle. Look not down!            The humble horse alone has wisdom here.    He knows where blackest the abysses leer            And where the path…