Good melody is never out of fashion.

Spring goeth all in white, / Crowned with milk-white may: / In fleecy flocks of light / O'er heaven the white clouds stray..

The south-wind strengthens to a gale, / Across the moon the clouds fly fast, / The house is smitten as with a flail, / The chimney shudders to the bl….

O soul, be patient: thou shalt find A little matter mend all this; Some strain of music to thy mind, Some praise for skill not spent amiss..

I have loved flowers that fade,Within whose magic tentsRich hues have marriage madeWith sweet unmemoried scents:A honeymoon delight,A joy of love at ….

When men were all asleep the snow came flying, In large white flakes falling on the city brown, Stealthily and perpetually settling and loosely lying….

Unto us all our days are love's anniversaries, each one In turn hath ripened something of our happiness..

There is a hill beside the silver Thames, Shady with birch and beech and odorous pine; And brilliant underfoot with thousand gems, Steeply the thicke….

But I can tell - let truth be told - That love will change in growing old; Though day by day is nought to see, So delicate his motions be..

Whither, O splendid ship, thy white sails crowding,Leaning across the bosom of the urgent West,That fearest nor sea rising, nor sky clouding,Whither ….

I know that if odour were visible, as colour is, I'd see the summer garden in rainbow clouds..

The hill pines were sighing, O'ercast and chill was the day; A mist in the valley lying Blotted the pleasant May..

Beauty being the best of all we know sums up the unsearchable and secret aims of nature..

The name of happiness is but a wider termfor the unalloy'd conditions of the Pleasur of Life,attendant on all function, and not to be deny'dto th' so….

I love all beauteous things, I seek and adore them.

My delight and thy delight Walking, like two angels white, In the gardens of the night..

And whiter grows the foam, The small moon lightens more; And as I turn me home, My shadow walks before..

Were I a cloud I'd gather My skirts up in the air, And fly I well know whither, And rest I well know where..

Man's Reason is in such deep insolvency to sense,that tho' she guide his highest flight heav'nward, and teach himdignity morals manners and human com….

Beauty is the highest of all these occult influences, the quality of appearances that thru' the sense wakeneth spiritual emotion in the mind of man..

Poetry's magic lies in the imagery which satifies even without interpretation..it is accepted as easily as it was created..