Twohundredseventytwo

When the first dark had fallen around them And the leaves were weary of...


Twohundredseventyone

How dull it is to pause, to make an end,  To rust unburnish’d, not...


Twohundredseventy

By a route obscure and lonely,    Haunted by ill angels only, Where...


Twohundredsixtynine

But when I lifted up my head  From shadows shaken on the snow, I saw...