Browse Sort by: Title "He spread his tents upon the grassy plain / Which, eastward widening like the open main, / Showed the first whiteness 'neath the morning star." "Alone amid the hills at first he tried / His winged song." "Yet quiet, lowly as a meek white dove, / That with its presence teaches gentleness." "The house was held / As if a storm were listening with delight / And hushed its thunder." "Would sing as finely to this suffering child, / As at the court where princes on him smiled." "Our meadow-path had memorable spots: / One where it bridged a tiny rivulet." "Night-black the charger, black the rider's plume." "Bright, O bright Fedalma!" "Circling, she lightly bends and lifts on high / The multitudinous-sounding tambourine." "I'll put them on, / Help me, my lord, and you shall see me now / Somewhat as I shall look at Court with you." "You, my child - are you / Halting and wavering?" "Lamps burning low make little atmospheres / Of light amid the dimness." "Where the little stream / Parts a green hollow 'twixt the gentle slopes." "A figure came from out the olive trees."