Welcome, dear Heart, and a most kind good-morrow;

For pity, my own tears have made me blindThat I might never see my children’s frown;And, may be, madness, like a friend, has thrownA folded fillet over my dark mind,So that unkindly speech may sound for kind—Albeit I know not.—I am childish grown—And have not gold to purchase wit withal—I that have once maintain’d most…

A warmth in the light, and a bliss everywhere,When young hearts yearn together?All sweets below, and all sunny above,Oh! there’s nothing in life like making love,Save making hay in fine weather!”

Where rolls between us the eternal sea,Besides some furlongs of a foreign sand,—Beyond the broadest Scotch of London Wall;Beyond the loudest Saint that has a call;Across the wavy waste between us stretch’d,A friendly missive warns me of a stricture,Wherein my likeness you have darkly etch’d,And though I have not seen the shadow sketch’d,Thus I remark…

And he fell in love with Sally Brown,That was a lady’s maid.But as they fetch’d a walk one day,They met a press-gang crew;And Sally she did faint away,Whilst Ben he was brought to.The Boatswain swore with wicked words,Enough to shock a saint,That though she did seem in a fit,‘Twas nothing but a feint.‘Come, girl,’ said…

Who hath ever been lured and bound by a spellTo wander, fore-doomed, in that circle of hellWhere Witchery works with her will like a god,Works more than the wonders of time at a nod,—At a word,—at a touch,—at a flash of the eye,But each form is a cheat, and each sound is a lie,Things born…

The water that was here is gone,But those green shadows do not change.Serene, or ruffled by the storm,On present waves as on the past,The mirrored grave retains its form,The self-same trees their semblance cast.The hue each fleeting globule wears,That drop bequeaths it to the next,One picture still the surface bears,To illustrate the murmured text.So, love,…