"A cypress-bough, and a rose-wreath sweet, A wedding-robe, and a winding-sheet, A bridal bed and a bier. Thine be the …"

"Shivering in fever, weak, and parched to sand, My ears, those entrances of word-dressed thoughts, My pictured eyes, a…"

"If there were dreams to sell, What would you buy? Some cost a passing bell; Some a light sigh, That shakes from Life’…"

"How many times do I love thee, dear? Tell me how many thoughts there be In the atmosphere Of a new-fall’n year, Whose…"

"The swallow leaves her nest, The soul my weary breast; But therefore let the rain On my grave Fall pure; for why comp…"

"I’ll take that fainting rose Out of his breast; perhaps some sigh of his Lives in the gyre of its kiss-coloured leave…"

"Hard by the lilied Nile I saw A duskish river-dragon stretched along, The brown habergeon of his limbs enamelled With…"

"Is it not sweet to die? for, what is death, But sighing that we ne’er may sigh again, Getting a length beyond our ted…"

"Why, Rome was naked once, a bastard smudge, Tumbled on straw, the denfellow of whelps, Fattened on roots, and, when a…"

"A lake Is a river curled and asleep like a snake."