I never had you, nor will I ever have youI suppose
A few words, an approachas in the bar yesterday, and nothing more
It is, undeniably, a pity
But we who serve Artsometimes with intensity of mind, and of course onlyfor a short while...
The happiest day- the happiest hour My sear'd and blighted heart hath known, The highest hope of pride and power, I feel hath flown
Of power
said I
yes
Between the dark and the daylight, When the night is beginning to lower,
Comes a pause in the day's occupations,
That is known as the Children's Hour
I hear in the chamber above me The patter of little feet,
I
OH
watch me; watch me still Thro' the long night's dreary hours,
Uphold by thy firm will Worn Nature's sinking powers
Ah
County Guy, the hour is nigh The sun has left the lea, The orange-flower perfumes the bower, The breeze is on the sea
The lark, his lay who trill’d all day, Sits hush’d his partner nigh; Breeze, bird, and flower confess the hour, But ...
NE hour to madness and joy
O furious
O confine me not
(What is this that frees me so in storms
OH
soothing hour, when glowing day,
Low in the western wave declines,
And village murmurs die away,
I had over prepared the event,that much was ominous
With middle-ageing careI had laid out just the right books
I had almost turned down the pages
Beauty is so rare a thing