To Wordsworth

To Charles Dickens

To Barry Cornwall

To Robert Browning

Age

Leaf after leaf drops off, flower after flower

Well I remember how you smiled

I strove with none, for none was worth my strife

Death stands above me, whispering low

A Pastoral

The Lover

The Poet who Sleeps

Daniel Defoe

Idle Words

To the River Avon

IMAGINARY CONVERSATIONS

MARCELLUS AND HANNIBAL

Hannibal. Could a Numidian horseman ride no faster? Marcellus! oh! Marcellus! He moves not—he is dead. Did he not stir his fingers? Stand wide, soldiers—wide, forty paces; give him air; bring water; halt! Gather those broad leaves, and all the rest, growing under the brushwood; unbrace his armour. Loose the helmet first—his breast rises. I fancied his eyes were fixed on me—they have rolled back again. Who presumed to touch my shoulder? This horse? It was surely the horse of Marcellus! Let no man mount him. Ha! ha! the Romans, too, sink into luxury: 

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