Title | First line | Notes |
1881 | ||
The Night Before | I sneered when I heard the old priest complain | |
Job’s Wife | Curse now thy God and die, for all is done. | |
Haste | So the end came | |
My Hat | A youth but late returned from School, | |
The First Day Back | The first day back, ay bitter cold it was. | |
Unpublished Fragment of Pope | Our friend just hears that doggrel writing pays | |
Unpublished Fragment of Shelley | Rather than this should happen I would see | |
Chivalry | Is a woman but man’s plaything, fairest woman in her pride? | |
Crossing the Rubicon | A cry in the silent night, | |
Disappointment | One day whilst full of burning thought, | |
The Excursion | My college cap is perched upon my head, | |
Reckoning | Count we the Cost—the sun is setting fast, | |
Waytinge 1 | Doubte not that Pleasure cometh in the End,— | |
To You (A reminiscence) | A memory of our sojourn by the Sea, | |
For a Picture (Venus Meretrix) | This much am I to you— | |
Pro Tem | Make we a fire in the dark | |
Cave | Lilies be plenty with us, | |
Index Malorum | The wild waves beat upon the shore, | |
A Mistake | Of the two hundred fellows at School | |
An Auto-Da-Fe | And did you love me then so much | |
The Page’s Message (The Message) | Spare neither lie, nor deed, nor gold— | |
Told in the Dormitory | The merry devil of some idle mood | |
Waytinge 2 | Waytinge! wearilie waytinge, | |
Two Players | Two Players playing games against the Gods. | |
A Question (By the Sea) | Bring me a message of hope, O sea! | |
The Page’s Song | Spring-time, shall it bring thee ease | |
The Story of Paul Vaugel | This is the story of Paul Vaugel | |
Conspiracy | Two that shall plotte together | |
Song (For Two Voices) | I bound his soul by a word and an Oath | |
The Second Wooing (A Visitation) | There came to me One at midnight, on golden pinions, and said: | |
Brighton Beach | A flash in your eye for a minute— | |
Resolve | I said to myself—’I will dream | |
Song for Two Voices (Song for Music) | Follow and faint not, if the road be long | |
L’Envoi | Rhymes, or of grief, or of sorrow | |
1881/2 | ||
Parting | Hot kisses on red lips that burn— | |
Rejection | We will lay this thing here— | |
1882 | ||
I sit in the Midst | I sit in the midst of my study | |
How It Seemed to Us | A grey flat lying out against the sea | |
Les Amours Faciles | A woe that lasts for a little space | |
A Dedication | What have I more to give thee, who have given thee all my heart— | |
Change | A changed life and a changed hope | |
A Dominant Power | A strong man pacing over burning sands | |
A Profession of Faith | Each day watched die together binds us fast | |
Sir Galahad | Sharpened sword at saddle bow | |
The Quest | In years long past we met awhile, and vowed | |
Greeting | What comfort can I send thee, sweet | |
The Trouble of Curtiss who Lodged in the Basement | Ever so little to show for it | |
Romance and Reality | Was it water in the woodlands | |
The Knight Errant | Ridest a light of chivalry, | |
The letter written up in the attic | I bear a mark from your hand, my love | |
Two Lives | Two lives, one sweet and one most sad I lead | |
After the promise | The day is most fair, the cheery wind | |
In the beginning | Woe is, and pain, and men grow old thereby | |
A Promise | Thy woe is mine—for thou hast held my heart | |
Where the Shoe Pinches | The pain of parting—once and once again | |
An Ending | Oh Dearest! The best I have ever written | |
The Wooing of the Sword | What will ye give me for a heart ? | |
I believe | Oh Love, what need is it that thou shouldst die? | |
Discovery | We found him in the woodlands—she and I— | |
Mon Accident! | Child of sin, and a broken vow, | |
After the Fever | Let the worst come now, and I shall not fear | |
His Consolation (Their Consolation) | Alas! Alas! It is a tale so old— | |
A Tryst | The night comes down in rain, grey garmented— | |
The Attainment (Escaped) | Peace for a season—in the heart of me | |
Parting (In the Hall) | The last five minutes were worth the price— | |
The Reaping | Hush—What appeal | |
A Craven | I who was crowned king am now bereft | |
Understanding | One time when ashen clouds received the sun | |
A Voyage | Our galley chafes against the Quay | |
Severance (Woking Necropolis) | Plight my troth to the dead, Love? | |
What the Young Man’s Heart Said to Him | Break, ah Break! | |
Satiety | Last year’s wreath upon our brow | |
Confession | Is not the dawning very slow to rise— | |
Lo! I am Crowned | Lo! I am Crowned | |
El Dorado | A golden place—whose portals shine | |
The Sign of the Flower (The Sign of the Withered Violet) | Wait for a little—and if my woe |