Romantic

Walter Savage Landor

1775–1864

Walter Savage Landor (1775–1864) was an English writer best known for Imaginary Conversations, a vast series of prose dialogues between historical figures, and for a small body of exquisitely polished short poems and epigrams that later poets — Swinburne, Pound, and others — prized above almost anything else of his era for their classical restraint.

Quarrelsome and litigious by temperament (he was expelled from Oxford and later drove himself into exile in Italy more than once), Landor lived to eighty-nine, still writing crisp, controlled verse almost to the end — including his own epitaph-poem, ‘I strove with none.’

Major Works (4)

A Mother's Tale — Narrative poem, 1846
Gebir — Narrative poem, 1798
Guidone and Lucia — Narrative poem, 1846
Gunlaug — Narrative poem, 1846

Poems (975)

She I Love (Alas in Vain!)
Pleasure! Why Thus Desert the Heart
Past Ruin'd Ilion Helen Lives
Ianthe! You Are Call'd to Cross the Sea!
The Gates of Fame and of the Grave
Twenty Years Hence
Here, Ever Since You Went Abroad
Tell Me Not Things Past All Belief
Proud Word You Never Spoke, but You Will Speak
Fiesole Idyl
Rose Aylmer
With Rosy Hand a Little Girl Prest Down
Ternissa! You Are Fled!
Various the Roads of Life
Yes; I Write Verses Now and Then
On Seeing a Hair of Lucretia Borgia
Once, and Once Only, Have I Seen Thy Face
To Wordsworth
To Charles Dickens
To Barry Cornwall
To Robert Browning
Age
Leaf After Leaf Drops Off
Well I Remember How You Smiled
I Strove with None
Death Stands Above Me, Whispering Low
A Pastoral
The Lover
The Poet Who Sleeps
Daniel Defoe
Idle Words
To the River Avon
On Observing a Vulgar Name on the Plinth of an Ancient Statue
Lying in State
Rubies
The Fault Is Not Mine
Under the Lindens
Sixteen
Ianthe
One Lovely Name
Forsaken
I loved him not; and yet now he is gone
The Last Fruit Off an Old Tree
The Yacht
The Gifts Return'd
The Dragon-fly
To Miss Arundell
On a Child
To his Verse
The Kiss
The Wall-flower
On the Death of Southey
His Epitaph
To E. F.
To my ninth decade I have totter'd on
Feathers
On One in Illness
To One in Grief
Ireland
A Retrospect
Ignorance of Botany
Where Are Sighs?
I held her hand, the pledge of bliss
You smiled, you spoke, and I believed
To Ianthe
Tears
Roses and Thorns
While thou wert by
The Shortest Day
To a Fair Maiden
One year ago my path was green
Rose's Birthday
The grateful heart for all things blesses
La Promessa Sposa
With Petrarch's Sonnets
Destiny Uncertain
Children Playing in a Churchyard
On Catullus
How many voices gaily sing
The Casket
Why Repine?
Thrasymedes and Eunoe
Corinna to Tanagra
Myrtis
Aletheia to Phraortes
Homer and Laertes
Theron and Zoe
Aeschylos and Sophocles
Damaetas and Ida
Hyperbion
Alciphron and Leucippe
Meliton and Lily
Icarios and Erigone
The Boys of Venus
The Hamadryad
Dryope
Coresus and Callirhoe
Catillus and Salia
Enallos and Cymodameia
Pan and Pitys
Cupid and Pan
Prayer of the Bees to Alciphron
Europa and Her Mother
The Death of Artemidora
Chrysaor
Lysander, Alcanor, and Phanoe
Lacon and Dora
Agon and Kepos
Leontion, on Ternissa's Death (Epicuros also departed)
Hymn and Offering of Terpander to Juno
Sophron's Hymn to Bakkos
Drimacos
Pindar and Hiero
To Corinth
Cleone to Aspasia
Ptolemy and Theocritos
Ode to Miletus
The Famine in Etruria
The Altar of Modesty
Iphigeneia and Agamemnon
Penelope and Pheido
Achilles and Helena on Ida
Corythos
Corythos (Second Part)
Peleus and Thetis
The Espousals of Polyxena
Death of Paris and Oenone
Menelaus and Helen at Troy
Orestes and Electra
The Madness of Orestes
The Prayer of Orestes
Priestess of Apollo
The Death of Orestes
The Shades of Agamemnon and Iphigeneia
Hercules, Pluto, Alcestis, Admetos
A heartier age will come; the wise will know
Marcus Aurelius and Lucian
On the Descent into Hell of Ezzelino di Napoli
On Lady Charles Beauclerc's Death
On the Conflagration of the Po
Blessing on Pythagoras
A Poet Leaving Athens
Homer, Laertes, Agatha
Hippomenes and Atalanta
Sappho, Alcaeus, Anacreon, Phaon
Theseus and Hippolyta
The Trial of Aeschylos
Damocles and Hiera
A Friend to Theocritos in Egypt
Eucrates to the God Sleep
Niobe
Laertes, Homer, Agatha (Third Day)
The Gardener and the Mole
Memory
Erin
The Two Niles
Fra Dolcino and Margarita of Trent
To Venice
Syracuse
To Sir Roderic Murchison
To Arthur de Noe Walker
To Kossuth, President of Hungary
To Alfieri
To William Sandford
To Colonel Edward Stopford
To Carey, on His Appointment to a Low Office in the British Museum
An Old Poet to Sleep
To the Empress
Marguerite
The Poets of Scotland
Charles II. of Spain, to His Prime Minister
The Spiteful
Prophecy
On a Stone in a Field Given to the Poor by Lucy Lady Nugent
Irony
Alarm at Rome
On Southey's Tomb
To Memory
The Daughter of Dante
To Rose
On the Death of Admiral Sir Sidney Smith
To the Countess of Arran, on the Decease of Gen. Sir W. Napier
To the Emperor of the French
To Chaucer
To Sir Samuel Meyrick
To General Clarges
Remonstrance to Macaulay, on Attacking the Memory of W. Penn
Remonstrance and Advice to Byron
Thorwaldsen Leaving Rome for Copenhagen
The Contrite Priest
Abertawy
Prayer of Walter Mapes to His Holiness the Pope
Victor Hugo
Cromwell
The Priest and the Sinner
On the Poisoning of Sparrows
Dickens
The Colonels' Cry
A Mother to a Boy
The Virgin of Impruneta
Girl and Diogenes
To Rose (II)
To a Literary Confraternity
To a German
A Royal Present to a Learned Professor
The Squire
A Funeral
Friends
Favour
Written in a Catullus
Written in Spain
Advice to an Old Poet
Recall of Sir Edmund Head
A Foreign Ruler
A Domestic Ruler
Reply to an Invitation
Declaration of War by Spain
Answer to a Dog's Invitation
Excommunication Denounced on January 30, 1850
To Tacaea
To Rosina, on Her Tenth Birthday
On the Death of Ianthe
Written on Milton's Defence, Pro Populo Anglicano
Fashionable Phraseology
Julian No Apostate
Eutopia
Trash
Byron
Reply to Some Hudibrastics
The Sick Nurse
Bell-Ringing in Italy
To Young Poets, from an Older
The Wounded Nightingale
On the Death of G. P. R. James
On Man
Calverton Downs
On Some Obscure Poetry
To a Lizard
The Later Day
To a Prude
Confession of Jealousy
To a Mother on a Child's Death
To Porson
Consolation
On the Death of G. P. R. James, at Venice
To Archdeacon Hare, with the Idyl of Pan and Pitys
The Growth of Lies
An Uncle's Surmise
Milton in Italy
To D'Orsay Going to France
Shakespeare in Italy
The Archbishop of Taranto Sent by the Pope to Reside at Naples
Written on the Steps at Hampden
A Painter's Reproof
A Heavy Fall on Christmas-Day, 1792
Invitation of Petronius to Glycon
To a Poet
To Ristormel
A Greek to the Eumenides
On the Restoration of Louis XVIII., a French Poet Sings
On English Hexameters
Tibullus
William Venour, Commander of the Calypso
On a Fawn's Hoof
Ptolemais
On Gesner's Idyls
Distribution of Honours for Literature
To the Author of Vestiges of Creation
To W. Story
On the Tomb of Queen Anne
To Scotch Critics
On the Widow's Ordeal, by Washington Irving
Gibbon
To Sir William Drummond
To an Espoused
For a Gravestone in Spain
To the Countess Bandelli
To Peter the Fisherman
To the Worthy Son of a Great Jurist
Bid to Think of Fame
Greece! Be Tolerant
To Arthur de Noe Walker (II)
O Friends! Who Have Accompanied Thus Far
She Leads in Solitude Her Youthful Hours
Come Back, Ye Smiles, That Late Forsook
The Touch of Love Dispels the Gloom
Twelfth-Night
Thou Hast Not Rais'd, Ianthe, Such Desire
Darling Shell, Where Hast Thou Been
My Hopes Retire; My Wishes as Before
Lie, My Fond Heart at Rest
The Heart You Cherish Can Not Change
Clifton! in Vain Thy Varied Scenes Invite
Ask Me Not, a Voice Severe
O Thou Whose Happy Pencil Strays
All Tender Thoughts That E'er Possest
Soon, O Ianthe! Life Is O'er
Flow, Precious Tears! Thus Shall My Rival Know
It Often Comes into My Head
I Can Not Tell, Not I, Why She
While You, My Love, Are by
These Are the Sights I Love to See
Circe, Who Bore the Diadem
If Mutable Is She I Love
Could but the Dream of Night Return by Day
There Are Some Tears We Would Not Wish to Dry
I Hope Indeed Ere Long
I Love to Hear That Men Are Bound
Soon as Ianthe's Lip I Prest
Beloved the Last! Beloved the Most!
Art Thou Afraid the Adorer's Prayer
You See the Worst of Love, but Not the Best
According to Eternal Laws
While the Winds Whistle Round My Cheerless Room
One Pansy, One, She Bore Beneath Her Breast
You Tell Me I Must Come Again
Retired This Hour from Wondering Crowds
I Often Ask upon Whose Arm She Leans
I Sadden While I View Again
A Time Will Come When Absence, Grief, and Years
Have I, This Moment, Led Thee from the Beach
Yes, We Shall Meet (I Knew We Should) Again
Ye Walls! Sole Witnesses of Happy Sighs
The Bough Beneath Me Shakes and Swings
Ianthe's Letter
Remember You the Guilty Night
On the Smooth Brow and Clustering Hair
Along This Coast I Led the Vacant Hours
Pursuits! Alas, I Now Have None
No, Thou Hast Never Griev'd but I Griev'd Too
Where Alders Rise Up Dark and Dense
From Heaven Descend Two Gifts Alone
Remain, Ah Not in Youth Alone
Is It No Dream That I Am He
Many, Well I Know, There Are
Silent, You Say, I'm Grown of Late
Little It Interests Me How
Ah! Could I Think There's Nought of Ill
Tears, and Tears Only, Are These Eyes That Late
The Loves Who Many Years Held All My Mind
As Round the Parting Ray the Busy Motes
So Late Removed from Him She Swore
Mild Is the Parting Year, and Sweet
Dull Is My Verse: Not Even Thou
When We Have Panted Past Life's Middle Space
Youth Is the Virgin Nurse of Tender Hope
The Nightingale and Rose
Hark! 'Tis the Laugh of Spring: She Comes
I Would Invoke You Once Again
I Wander O'er the Sandy Heath
From Yonder Wood Mark Blue-Eyed Eve Proceed
Sweet Clementina, Turn Those Eyes
Against the Rocking Mast I Stand
Look Thou Yonder, Look and Tremble
Turn, Pretty Blue Eyes! Wheresoever Ye Shine
Written in Wales
Lover. You Little Pert and Twittering Pet
Maria! I Have Said Adieu
Wert Thou but Blind, O Fortune, Then Perhaps
Let Me Sit Here and Muse by Thee
For an Urn in Thoresby Park
On Reading in a Newspaper the Death of a Mother and Three Children
Gone! Thou Too, Nancy! Why Should Heaven Remove
I Come to Visit Thee Again
On a Poet in a Welsh Churchyard
Another Urn at Thoresby Park
Yes, in This Chancel Once We Sat Alone
Thou in This Wide Cold Church Art Laid
Tears Driven Back upon the Fountain-Head
The Day Returns, My Natal Day
When Helen First Saw Wrinkles in Her Face
A Provident and Wakeful Fear
Satire! I Never Call'd Thee Very Fair
Boastfully Call We All the World Our Own
When the Mimosas Shall Have Made
Everything Tells Me You Are Near
Marie-Antoinette
November! Thou Art Come Again
Retire, and Timely, from the World, If Ever
To Our Past Loves We Oft Return
Smiles Soon Abate; the Boisterous Throe
I Will Not Call Her Fair
Did I Then Ask of You Why One So Wise
If You Please We'll Hear Another
All Poets Dream, and Some Do Nothing More
Neither the Suns nor Frosts of Rolling Years
Thou Whom the Wandering Comets Guide
Humblest Among the Vernal Train
Let This Man Smile, and That Man Sigh
You Hate Amid the Pomp of Prayer
The Wisest of Us All, When Woe
The Burden of an Ancient Rhyme
Will Mortals Never Know Each Other's Station
Remind Me Not, Thou Grace of Serious Mien!
On Receiving a Book to Write in
A Sea-Shell Speaks
In Spring and Summer Winds May Blow
On Receiving a Portrait
Beauty's Pure Native Gems, Ye Quivering Hairs!
Sent to a Lady with Flowers
Whatever England's Fields Display
Very True, the Linnets Sing
On Hair Falling Off After an Illness
First Bring Me Raffael, Who Alone Hath Seen
Farewell to Italy
He Who Sees Rising from Some Open Down
There May Be Many Reasons Why
To One Who Said She Should Love at First Sight
On an Eclipse of the Moon
Reprehend, If Thou Wilt, the Vain Phantasm, O Reason!
On Shakespeare
There Is, Alas! a Chill, a Gloom
You Love Me; but If I Confess
One Morning in the Spring I Sate
To Lady Caldwell
To Write as Your Sweet Mother Does
From Leaves Unopen'd Yet, Those Eyes She Lifts
Christmas Holly
Ill Age the Memory, as the Eye Itself
Something (Ah! Tell Me What) There Is
Never May Storm Thy Peaceful Bosom Vex
For the Album of the Duchess De Guiche
No, My Own Love of Other Years!
The Brightest Mind, When Sorrow Sweeps Across
Heron! of Grave Career! Whose Lordly Croaks
Thou Pityest; and Why Hidest Thou Thy Pity?
Absent Is She Thou Lovest? Be It So
Lightly You Say You Do Not Know
Do You Remember Me? or Are You Proud?
No Charm Can Stay, No Medicine Can Assuage
Many May Yet Recall the Hours
To a Spaniel
True, Ah Too True! the Generous Breast
On Mignonette
Written on the Rhine
Malvolio
With an Album
My Serious Son! I See Thee Look
Written at Mr. Rawson's, Wast-Water Lake
I Pen These Lines upon That Cypher'd Cover
Give Me the Eyes That Look on Mine
Loved, When My Love from All but Thee Had Flown
I Leave with Unreverted Eye the Towers
Summer Has Doft, His Latest Green
Where Malvern's Verdant Ridges Gleam
On the Decease of Mrs. Rosenhagen
On a Vacant Tomb at Llanbedr
Who Smites the Wounded on His Bed
What, of House and Home Bereft
Under the Hollies of Thy Breezy Glade
Where Three Huge Dogs Are Ramping Yonder
My Pretty Marto, My Winter Friend
Ye Little Household Gods, That Make
The Leaves Are Falling; So Am I
The Day Returns Again
As He Who Baskt in Sunshine Loves to Go
Love Is Like Echo in the Land of Tell
On Receiving a Monthly Rose
Sweet Was the Song That Youth Sang Once
Fate! I Have Askt Few Things of Thee
To a Lady on Coming of Age
Beauty! Thou Arbitress of Weal or Woe
My Guest! I Have Not Led You Thro'
O'erfoaming with Rage
Sent with Poems
Written on the First Leaf of an Album
On Another
One Leg Across His Wide Arm-Chair
To B
Youth but by Help of Memory Can Be Sage
It Seems, Whenever We Are Idle
Whiskered Furies! Boy-Stuft Blouses!
I Rais'd My Eyes to Pallas, and She Laught
Quarrel
Go on, Go on, and Love Away!
Egg Strikes on Egg and Breaks It; True
Ten Thousand Flakes About My Windows Blow
Lady to Lady
To Leigh Hunt, on an Omission in His "Feast of the Poets"
Old Style
New Style
Suggested by Horace
You May or You May Not Believe
An English Boy, Whose Travels Lay
Metellus Is a Lover: One Whose Ear
The Blackest of Grapes, with a Footpath Hard by
If Hatred of the Calm and Good
Pleasant It Is to Wink and Sniff the Fumes
Cottage Left for London
Come, Sleep! but Mind Ye! If You Come Without
Deep Forests Hide the Stoutest Oaks
Pievano Arlotto
God's Laws Declare
Does Your Voice Never Fail You in Singing a Song
Clap, Clap the Double Nightcap on!
Flowers Sent in Bay-Leaves
I'm Half in Love, He Who with Smiles Hath Said
Severe Winter
I Remember the Time Ere His Temples Were Grey
Pretty Maiden! Pretty Maiden!
Fear God! Says Perceval: and When You Hear
Yesterday, at the Sessions Held in Buckingham
Two Cackling Mothers Hatch Two Separate Broods
To the Right Rev. Father in God Henry Lord Bishop of Exeter
One Tooth Has Mummius; but in Sooth
A Little Cornet of Dragoons
Does It Become a Girl So Wise
To H
To Rose and to Sophy
Sighs Must Be Grown Less Plentiful
Plants the Most Beauteous Love the Water's Brink
Time Past I Thought It Worth My While
Each Year Bears Something from Us as It Flies
Idle and Light Are Many Things You See
In Wrath a Youth Was Heard to Say
Siddons and Her Maid
Letter-Land
I've Never Seen a Book of Late
A Mask on a Ring
I Would Give Something, O Apollo!
On a Portrait
Alas, How Soon the Hours Are Over
Is It Not Better at an Early Hour
To Julius Hare, with "Pericles and Aspasia"
To Southey
To Andrew Jackson
To the Comtesse De Molande, About to Marry the Duc De Luxembourg
To the Countess of Blessington
Unjust Are They Who Argue Me Unjust
To Lady Charles Beauclerk
To My Daughter
To Theodosia Garrow
To Andrew Crosse
To a Lady
Onward, Right Onward, Gallant James, nor Heed
To Czartoryski, Attending on Foot the Funeral of the Poet Mickiewicz
To My Daughter in Italy, at Christmas
To Miss Isabella Percy
On Seeing a Lady Sit for Her Portrait
To Miss Power
To Southey, 1833
To Major-General W. Napier
To Mathew and Wolff
To Michelet on His "Priests, Women, and Families"
To Michelet on His "People"
To Macaulay
To John Kenyon
To the Sister of Elia
To Joseph Ablett
To an Aged Poet
To a Painter
To a Bride, Feb. 17, 1846
To John Forster
To One Who Quotes and Detracts
Who Never Borrow and Who Never Lend
Poet! I Like Not Mealy Fruit; Give Me
The Rector of Saint Peter's, I Know Where
Seeing Loreto's Holyhouse Descend
Across, Up, Down, Our Fortunes Go
Erewhile Exulting in Its Power
Early I Thought the Worst of Lies
Winter Has Changed His Mind and Fixt to Come
I Entreat You, Alfred Tennyson
Smithfield! Thy Festival Prepare
Cowley's Style
Ye Who Adore God's Vicar While He Saith
Thought Fights with Thought: Out Springs a Spark of Truth
Where Are the Sounds That Swam Along
Pair Love! and Fairer Hope! We Play'd Together
Alas! 'Tis Very Sad to Hear
Mild Is Euphemius, Mild as Summer Dew
A Friendship Never Bears Uncanker'd Fruit
Pentheus, by Maddening Furies Driven
Graceful Acacia! Slender, Brittle
Whether the Furies Lash the Criminal
Unkindness Can Be but Where Kindness Was
To Poets
Cahills! Do What You Will at Home
Love Flies with Bow Unstrung When Time Appears
Matthias, Gifford, Men Like Those
American Christmas Games
I, Near the Back of Life's Dim Stage
In the Odour of Sanctity Miriam Abounds
The Crysolites and Rubies Bacchus Brings
Among the Few Sure Truths We Know
Dialogue
We Know a Poet Rich in Thought, Profuse
What Garden but Glows
Be Not in Too Great Haste to Dry
We Have Survived Three Months of Rain
I Will Not, Dare Not, Look Behind
No Easy Thing to Hit the Mind
Thou Needst Not Pitch upon My Hat
Too Mindful of the Fault in Eve
Neither in Idleness Consume Thy Days
How Many Ages Did the Planets Roll
In Quadruped or Winged Game
Our Days Are Number'd, O Eliza! Mine
Cypress and Cedar! Gracefullest of Trees
Love Thou Thy Neighbour as Thyself
Stop, Stop, Friend Cogan! Would You Throw
Yes, I Will Come to Oxford Now
People May Think the Work of Sleep
Years, Many Parti-Colour'd Years
Death, in Approaching, Brings Me Sleep So Sound
Here Stands a Civil Man, John Hickes
Young
A Quarrelsome Bishop
Instead of Idling Half My Hours
Here Lies Our Honest Friend Sam Parr
Jack Campbell! If Few Are
Blythe Bell, That Calls to Bridal Halls
To an Old Mulberry-Tree
Hasten, O Hasten, Poet Mine!
Weak Minds Return Men Hatred for Contempt
In Port, Beyond the Swell of Winds and Tides
The Duke of York's Statue
Why Do the Graces Now Desert the Muse?
When a Man Truly Loves He Is at Best
Better to Praise Too Largely Small Deserts
Hungarians! Raise Your Laurel'd Brows Again
Bidden by Hope the Sorrowful and Fond
Lady Hamilton
There Is a Time When the Romance of Life
Nay, Thank Me Not Again for Those
Expect No Grape, No Fig, No Wholesome Fruit
An Irishman to Father Mathew
A Paraphrase on Job We See
Meyrick! Surrounded by Silurian Boors
It Often Happens a Bad Pun
The Ancient Faith Brings Recreant Gauls
What Is My Faith? I Do Believe
To John Forster (II)
In Summer When the Sun's Mad Horses Pass
God Scatters Beauty as He Scatters Flowers
The Death of Madame Roland
There Are Certain Blue Eyes
Rose Aylmer's Hair, Given by Her Sister
Deserted in Our Utmost Need
A Flirt Was Belinda! the More She Reproved
The One Grave
Henry the Eighth
Wearers of Rings and Chains!
Come Forth, Old Lion, from Thy Den
Threaten the Wretch Who Rashly Comes
Envy Ne'er Thrust into My Hand Her Torch
Strike with Thor's Hammer, Strike Again
By Learned Men Was England Led
Old Man
Changeful! How Little Do You Know
Love, Flying Out of Sight, O'ershadows Me
Sit Quiet at Your Hearthstones While Ye May
Blind to the Future, to What Lies Before
Ye Throw Your Crumbs of Bread into the Stream
My Yarn in Verse Is Short: I Sit Among
Treasures of Greek Has . .? in Vain I Seek 'Em
On Southey's Birthday, Nov. 4
Altho' My Soberer Ear Disdains
O Wretched Despicable Slaves
Penthesileia, Bright and Bold
There Are Some Tears That Only Brave Men Shed
If, When a Man Has Thrown Himself on Flowers
To a Child
Best of My Heart! No Verse Can Tell
Let Youth, Who Never Rests, Run by
The Wisest of the Wise
Ulysses-Like Had Myrrha Known
To an Innocent Girl
The Wine Is Murmuring in the Gloom
No Insect Smells So Fulsome as That Hard
A Sentimental Lady Sate
Separation
If Wits and Poets, Two or Three
Irish Thanks for Romish Miracles
Light and Dark
My Lizard in Tuscany
Know Ye the Land Where from Its Acrid Root
Brighton, 1807
If You No Longer Love Me
Primrose to Be Dried in a Book
Your Last Request No Fond False Hope Deceives
Nil Admirari, &c.
When the Mad Wolf Hath Hit the Scatter'd Sheep
Rome
Our Youth Was Happy: Why Repine
Mistake Rectified
Garden at Heidelberg
On a Heavy Epitaph
Easy I Thought It to Descry
June '51
To the Countess De Molande
There Are Few on Whom Fortune in One Form or Other
In Early Spring, Ere Roses Took
All Is Not Over While the Shade
Two Roses
Youth
A Bird Was Seen Aloft in Air; the Sun
Why Do I Praise a Peach
To a Lady Archer
It Was a Dream (Ah! What Is Not a Dream?)
On Moore's Death
To Verona
Loss of Memory
English Hexameters
To the Nightingale
Roland
Corday
Jane of Arc
On the Statue of Ebenezer Elliott by Neville Burnard, Ordered by the Working Men of Sheffield
German Hexameters
Fable for Poets
There Are Some Words in Every Tongue
Converters
To Antinoe in Paris, 1802
Cistus! Whose Fragile Flower
Fable to Be Learnt by Beginners
Ode to Sicily
Show, in the Circle of Six Hundred Years
Men Will Be Slaves; Let Them; but Force Them Not
An Old Man to a Young Girl
Gonfalionieri
To Francis Hare, Buried at Palermo, on the Insurrection of Sicily and Naples
To Saint Charles Borromeo, on the Massacre at Milan
Sleep, Tho' to Age So Needful, Shuns My Eyes
Dante
I Told Ye, Since the Prophet Milton's Day
To Verona (II)
Few Poets Beckon to the Calmly Good
Sappho's Expostulation
What Slender Youth Perfused with Fresh Macassar
The Hall and the Cottage
On the Slaughter of the Brothers Bandieri, Betrayed to the King of Naples
Proper Lesson for Charles's Martyrdom, to Dixwell
Tenderest of Tender Hearts, of Spirits Pure
To Youth
To Age
Now Yellow Hazels Fringe the Greener Plain
On Music
Tyrannicide
Appeal to Sleep
A Railroad Eclogue
When Closes Overhead the Warmer Ray
On the Approach of a Sister's Death
On the Death of M. D'Ossoli and His Wife Margaret Fuller
Avon That Never Thirsts, nor Toils Along
There Was a Lovely Tree, I Knew
To the Worm
On Swift Joining Avon Near Rugby
A Voice in Sleep Hung Over Me, and Said
Italy in January 1853
Shakespeare and Milton
To Midsummer Day
So Then, I Feel Not Deeply! If I Did
Little You Think, My Lovely Friend
To Shelley
Written at Hurstmonceaux, on Reading a Poem of Wordsworth's
Again, Perhaps and Only Once Again
Bitter Are Many Tears, but Sweet Are Some
To the Author of "Festus," on the Classick and Romantick
To Friend Jonathan
To Charles Dickens (II)
To Robert Eyres Landor, on His "Pawn" and His "Arethusa"
To Guyon
To Aubrey De Vere
To a Friend's Remonstrance
To Lord Dudley C. Stuart, with an Ode to Kossuth
To the Reverend Cuthbert Southey
To Eliza Lynn, on Her Amymone
To Meschid the Liberator
To Beranger at Tours
To Lamartine, President of France
To Another President
To Arndt
From France to the Pope
The Heroines of England
To the Author of "Mary Barton"
Hellas to Aubrey De Vere on His Departure
To Layard, Discoverer of Nineveh
To Eliza Lynn, with the "Five Scenes"
Defiance
Casuistry
To a Limoncina (Verbena)
Olim
Reply to the Above
The Heart's Abysses
Graver Songs
Fear
With Flowers
A Sigh Caught
Pleasure
Incorrigible
To the Cyclamen
On Love
Dorothea
On Law
Indifference
Parties
Pleasure and Pain
To a Lady Who Dropt a Few Years
Honour and Modesty
Virtue and Vice
Nineteenth of January: Flowers Sent
Constancy
Voyage to St. Ives, Cornwall, from Port-Einon, Glamorgan, 1794
Morn
My Wit Scanty
Boys and Men
The Gardener
Dulness
The Matron
Macaulay's Peerage
The Two Satirists
Plays
The Solar Microscope
The Rocks of Life
A Poet Sleeping
Fast Fall the Leaves
Flattered on My Youth
Pertness Reproved
Different Graces
We Drive the Hoop
Ashes
Decline of Life
To the Cyclamen (II)
Late Love
To a Young Poet
Wise and Unwise
Firmness
Pity and Compassion
Life's Romance
The Crimean Heroes
The Bible
Sympathy
To Southey (II)
Who Are the Best Labourers?
Friendship
To One Unequally Matched
Faults Acknowledged
Life Hurries by
On Freedom
Promise
What Is Deplorable
Why Never Seen
Creeds
The Banquet Over
A Truth
Wishes
The Fire of Love
How to Read Me
The Myrtle's Appeal
The Sage of Seventeen
Love in Youth
With Digby's "Ages of Faith"
Rosina
Old-Fashioned Verse
Written at Malvern, June 1799
March 24
Apology for Gebir
Death of the Day
To Our House-Dog "Captain"
On Southey's Death
Reflection from Sea and Sky
Gore-House Left for Paris
Rosina (II)
Twice Ten Years
Singing Birds
The Three Roses
The Last Gift
The Death in Paris of Jane Sophia, Countess De Molande
Where Are the Brave?
Goldsmith and Gray
The Descent of Orpheus
La Penserosa
Written in Sickness
The Fig-Trees of Gherardesca
Cromwell in Council
To Bath
To a Kid
Nancy's Hair
Julius Hare
To the Children of Garibaldi
To the Emperor
To Prince Adam Czartoriski
Gibbon (II)
To Mary Russell Mitford
To See the Cities and to Know the Men
Lyndhurst Came Up to Me Among
Lyons! Thou Art a Grateful City
Come, Let Us Fight, My Boy! Said One
Pardon Our Enemies, We Pray
Unhappy He Whom Love Beguiles
There Are a Hundred Now Alive
A Scholar Was About to Marry
They Tell Us, the Persuasive Greek
The Slender Birds Enjoy Their Cages
With Frowning Brow O'er Pontif-Kings Elate
Flies Have Alighted on the Shanks of Pan
Ye Who Have Toil'd Uphill to Reach the Haunt
Upon His Death-Bed Lay a Pagan Priest
Toward Maiano Let Me Look Again
The Sea Has Depths No Plummet-Line
A Poor Artificer Had Sold
Call Me Not Forth, Said One Who Sate Retired
Sometimes a Jesuit's Words Are True
Blest Are the Bad Alone While Here
My Fragrant Lime, I Loved Thee Long Before
Squibs, Crackers, Serpents, Rockets, Bengal Lights
Thou Hast Not Lost All Glory, Rome!
Of Those Who Speak About Voltaire
A Dying Man Was Sore Perplext
I Well Remember One Departed Now
Oft, When the Muses Would Be Festive
How Calm, How Bland, Appears the Moon Above Us!
We Hear No More an Attic Song
An Aged Man Who Loved to Doze Away
Love-Making Is Like Haymaking, Soon Over
Grief Is Unquiet, and No Less
By Our Last Ledger-Page We Ascertain
To Iaxthe
A Voice I Heard and Hear It Yet
The Tears That on Two Faces Meet
Both Men and Poets of the Saxon Race
Let Fools Place Fortune with the Gods on High
A Generous Action May Atone
A Friend by Accident Met Socrates
We May Repair and Fix Again
O Immortality of Fame!
The Dead Are Soon Forgotten, and Not All
I Own I Like Plain Dishes Best
There Are Sweet Flowers That Only Blow by Night
On Days Gone by Us We Look Back
Rejoice All Ye
A Sparrow Was Thy Emblem, O Catullus!
The Sorrowing Heart Will Seek No Pleasant Place
A Good Old Englishwoman, Who Had Come
How Often, When Life's Summer Day
Disturbers of the Earth! Who Make
Of Early Days and Promist Hours
Doctor'd by Bacon and Montaigne
Give Me for Life the Honest Name
Gibbon! Tho' Thou Art Grave and Grand
There Are Two Rival Foes for Every Breast
That Critic Must Indeed Be Bold
You Ask How I, Who Could Converse
If You Are Not a Poet You May Live
Nugent! I Hope Ere Long to See
I Saw upon His Pulpit-Perch
'Twas Far Beyond the Midnight Hour
Will Nothing but from Greece or Rome
Some, When They Would Appear to Mourn
Awaiting Me upon a Shore
Let Me Look Back upon the World Before
Soon Does the Lily of the Valley Die
No Truer Word, Save God's, Was Ever Spoken
When from Above the Busy Crowd I See
Shelley and Keats, on Earth Unknown
Lately Our Songsters Loiter'd in Green Lanes
The Scentless Laurel a Broad Leaf Displays
The Muses at the Side May Move
I Do Not Think That Praises Ever
There Was One Powerful Man, and Only One
Changarnier and a Poet with a De
So Sad a Mourner Never Bent
Under His Pulpit Lies Poor Sydney
Many Can Rule and More Can Fight
Poets as Strong as Ever Were
No, I Will Never Weave a Sonnet
Parrots Have Richly Colour'd Wings
Never Must My Bones Be Laid
Dirce
Regeneration
Heart's-ease
To Her Father, on Her Statue Being Called Like Her
Verses Why Burnt
There are who say we are but dust

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