On Leaving Rome, by Richard Chenevix Trench
ADDRESSED TO A FRIEND RESIDING IN THAT CITY O lately written in the roll of friends,
O written...
Poems by Richard Chenevix Trench
Xerxes at the Hellespont, by Richard Chenevix Trench
'CALM is now that stormy water; it has learned to fear my wrath:
Lashed and fettered now it yie...
A Visit to Tusculum, by Richard Chenevix Trench
A solemn thing it is, and full of awe,
Wandering long time among the lonely hills,
To issue ...
Turning From These Haunts Away, by Richard Chenevix Trench
The commonest spot we cannot without pain
Relinquish, where we tarried but a day,
And struck ...
To the Evening Star, by Richard Chenevix Trench
Sole star that glitterest in the crimson west,
'Fair child of beauty, glorious lamp of love
H...
To Poetry, by Richard Chenevix Trench
In my life's youth, while yet the deeper needs
Of the inmost spirit unawakened were,
Thou cou...
To My Child, by Richard Chenevix Trench
Thy gladness makes me thankful every way,
To look upon thy gladness makes me glad;
While yet ...
To a Robin Redbreast, by Richard Chenevix Trench
SINGING IN WINTER Oh light of heart and wing,
Light-hearted and light-wingë d, that dost...
To an Infant Sleeping, by Richard Chenevix Trench
Oh drinking deep of slumber's holy wine,
Whence may the smile that lights thy countenance be?
...
To a Child Playing, by Richard Chenevix Trench
Dear boy, thy momentary laughter rings
Sincerely out, and that spontaneous glee,
Seeming to ...
The Temptation, by Richard Chenevix Trench
When man was foiled in Paradise, he fell
From that fair spot, thenceforward to confess
The ba...
The Spirit of Beauty, by Richard Chenevix Trench
Spirit of Beauty, that was sought of old,
And won to incarnations manifold,
By such as knew ...
Sais, by Richard Chenevix Trench
An awful statue, by a veil half-hid,
At Sais stands. One came, to whom was known
All lore co...
On Perseus and Medusa, by Richard Chenevix Trench
On Benvenuto Cellini's sculpture of Perseus and Medusa In what fierce spasms upgathered, on the...
On an Early Death, by Richard Chenevix Trench
Ah me! Of them from whom the good have hope,
Of them whom Virtue for her liegemen claims
How m...