The worst of slaves is he whom passion rules..

One may not doubt that, somehow Good Shall come of Water and of Mud; And sure, the reverent eye must see A purpose in Liquidity..

For Cambridge people rarely smile, Being urban, squat, and packed with guile..

.. . . would I were In Grantchester, in Grantchester!.

And I shall find some girl perhaps, and a better one than you, With eyes as wise, but kindlier, and lips as soft, but true, and I dare say she will d….

These laid the world away; poured out the red Sweet wine of youth; gave up the years to be Of work and joy, and that unhoped serene, That men cal….

Hearts at peace, under an English heaven..

They say that the Dead die not, but remain Near to the rich heirs of their grief and mirth. I think they ride the calm mid-heaven, as these, In wise ….

Fish say, they have their Stream and Pond; But is there anything Beyond?.

Down the blue night the unending columns press In noiseless tumult, break and wave and flow.

The cool kindliness of sheets, that soon smooth away trouble; and the rough male kiss of blankets..

Spend in pure converse our eternal day; Think each in each, immediately wise; Learn all we lacked before; hear, know, and say What this tumultuous bo….

If I should die, think only this of me: that there's some corner of a foreign field that is for ever England..

But the best I've known Stays here, and changes, breaks, grows old, is blown About the winds of the world, and fades from brains Of living men, and d….

I have need to busy my heart with quietude..

Incredibly, inordinately, devastatingly, immortally, calamitously, hearteningly, adorably beautiful..

Just now the lilac is in bloom All before my little room..

I have been so great a lover: filled my days So proudly with the splendour of Love's praise, The pain, the calm, and the astonishment, Desire illimit….

And in that Heaven of all their wish, there shall be no more land, say fish.

But only agony, and that has ending; And the worst friend and enemy is but Death..

I have a thousand images of you in an hour; all different and all coming back to the same. I think of you once against a sky line: and on the hill th….