When I drop four cubes of ice Chimingly in a glass, and add Three goes of gin, a lemon slice, And let…

At last you yielded up the album, which Once open, sent me distracted. All your ages Matt and glossy on the thick…

Sometimes you hear, fifth-hand, As epitaph: He chucked up everything And just cleared off, And always the voice will sound Certain you…

Why should I blame her that she filled my days With misery, or that she would of late Have taught to ignorant…

Although I can see him still – The freckled man who goes To a grey place on a hill In grey Connemara…

When Earth’s last picture is painted And the tubes are twisted and dried, When the oldest colours have faded And the youngest…

Ferrara That’s my last Duchess painted on the wall, Looking as if she were alive. I call That piece a wonder, now:…

I I sprang to the stirrup, and Joris, and he; I galloped, Dirck galloped, we galloped all three; ‘Good speed!’ cried the…

I Ah, did you once see Shelley plain, And did he stop and speak to you And did you speak to him…