We follow and race In shifting chase, Over the boundless ocean-space! Who hath beheld when the race begun? Who shall behold it run?.

Sweeter than the stolen kiss Are the granted kisses.

The Poet's leaves are gathered one by one, In the slow process of the doubtful years..

It is an agreeable and yet a painful sense of novelty to stand for the first time in the midst of a people whose language and manners are different f….

When May, with cowslip-braided locks, Walks through the land in green attire. And burns in meadow-grass the phlox His torch of purple fire: And w….

I envy those old Greek bathers, into whose hands were delivered Pericles, and Alcibiades, and the perfect models of Phidias. They had daily before th….

I was pleasantly disappointed on entering Bohemia. Instead of a dull, uninteresting country, as I expected, it is a land full of the most lovely scen….

The lamp you lighted in the olden time Will show you my heart's-blood beating through the rhyme: A poet's journal, writ in fire and tears... Then slo….

London has the advantage of one of the most gloomy atmospheres in the world..

The clouds are scudding across the moon, A misty light is on the sea; The wind in the shrouds has a wintry tune, And the foam is flying free..