日期：2008-02-22 La Bella Donna Della Mia Mente My limbs are wasted with a flame， My feet are sore with travelling， For， calling on my Lady's name， My lips have now forgot to sing. O Linnet in the wild-rose brake Strain for my Love thy melody， O Lark sing loude... 阅读全文>>

日期：2008-02-22 Chanson A ring of gold and a milk-white dove Are goodly gifts for thee， And a hempen rope for your own love To hang upon a tree. For you a House of Ivory， （Roses are white in the rose-bower）！ A narrow bed for me to lie， （White， O white， is... 阅读全文>>

日期：2008-02-22 Les Silhouettes The sea is flecked with bars of grey， The dull dead wind is out of tune， And like a withered leaf the moon Is blown across the stormy bay. Etched clear upon the pallid sand Lies the black boat： a sailor boy Clambers aboard in care... 阅读全文>>

日期：2008-02-22 The Grave Of Keats Rid of the world's injustice， and his pain， He rests at last beneath God's veil of blue： Taken from life when life and love were new The youngest of the martyrs here is lain， Fair as Sebastian， and as early slain. No cypress... 阅读全文>>

日期：2008-02-22 Theocritus - A Villanelle O singer of Persephone！ In the dim meadows desolate Dost thou remember Sicily？ Still through the ivy flits the bee Where Amaryllis lies in state； O Singer of Persephone！ Simaetha calls on Hecate And hears the wild dogs... 阅读全文>>

日期：2008-02-22 In The Gold Room - A Harmony Her ivory hands on the ivory keys Strayed in a fitful fantasy， Like the silver gleam when the poplar trees Rustle their pale-leaves listlessly， Or the drifting foam of a restless sea When the waves show their teeth in... 阅读全文>>

日期：2008-02-22 Ballade De Marguerite （Normande） I am weary of lying within the chase When the knights are meeting in market-place. Nay， go not thou to the red-roofed town Lest the hoofs of the war-horse tread thee down. But I would not go where the Squires ride... 阅读全文>>

日期：2008-02-22 The Dole Of The King's Daughter （Breton） Seven stars in the still water， And seven in the sky； Seven sins on the King's daughter， Deep in her soul to lie. Red roses are at her feet， （Roses are red in her red-gold hair） And O where her bosom... 阅读全文>>

日期：2008-02-22 Amor Intellectualis Oft have we trod the vales of Castaly And heard sweet notes of sylvan music blown From antique reeds to common folk unknown： And often launched our bark upon that sea Which the nine Muses hold in empery， And ploughed free furro... 阅读全文>>

日期：2008-02-22 Santa Decca The Gods are dead： no longer do we bring To grey-eyed Pallas crowns of olive-leaves！ Demeter's child no more hath tithe of sheaves， And in the noon the careless shepherds sing， For Pan is dead， and all the wantoning By secret glade... 阅读全文>>

日期：2008-02-22 A Vision Two crowned Kings， and One that stood alone With no green weight of laurels round his head， But with sad eyes as one uncomforted， And wearied with man's never-ceasing moan For sins no bleating victim can atone， And sweet long lips with... 阅读全文>>

日期：2008-02-22 Impression De Voyage The sea was sapphire coloured， and the sky Burned like a heated opal through the air； We hoisted sail； the wind was blowing fair For the blue lands that to the eastward lie. From the steep prow I marked with quickening eye Za... 阅读全文>>

日期：2008-02-22 La Fuite De La Lune To outer senses there is peace， A dreamy peace on either hand Deep silence in the shadowy land， Deep silence where the shadows cease. Save for a cry that echoes shrill From some lone bird disconsolate； A corncrake calling to i... 阅读全文>>

日期：2008-02-22 The Grave Of Shelley Like burnt-out torches by a sick man's bed Gaunt cypress-trees stand round the sun-bleached stone； Here doth the little night-owl make her throne， And the slight lizard show his jewelled head. And， where the chaliced poppies... 阅读全文>>

日期：2008-02-22 By The Arno The oleander on the wall Grows crimson in the dawning light， Though the grey shadows of the night Lie yet on Florence like a pall. The dew is bright upon the hill， And bright the blossoms overhead， But ah！ the grasshoppers have fled... 阅读全文>>

日期：2008-02-22 Fabien Dei Franchi （To my Friend Henry Irving） The silent room， the heavy creeping shade， The dead that travel fast， the opening door， The murdered brother rising through the floor， The ghost's white fingers on thy shoulders laid， And then t... 阅读全文>>

日期：2008-02-22 Phedre （To Sarah Bernhardt） How vain and dull this common world must seem To such a One as thou， who should'st have talked At Florence with Mirandola， or walked Through the cool olives of the Academe： Thou should'st have gathered reeds from a g... 阅读全文>>

日期：2008-02-22 Portia （To Ellen Terry） I marvel not Bassanio was so bold To peril all he had upon the lead， Or that proud Aragon bent low his head Or that Morocco's fiery heart grew cold： For in that gorgeous dress of beaten gold Which is more golden than the... 阅读全文>>

日期：2008-01-24 Queen Henrietta Maria （To Ellen Terry） In the lone tent， waiting for victory， She stands with eyes marred by the mists of pain， Like some wan lily overdrenched with rain： The clamorous clang of arms， the ensanguined sky， War's ruin， and the... 阅读全文>>

日期：2008-01-24 Camma （To Ellen Terry） As one who poring on a Grecian urn Scans the fair shapes some Attic hand hath made， God with slim goddess， goodly man with maid， And for their beauty's sake is loth to turn And face the obvious day， must I not yearn For... 阅读全文>>