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A little light, heat, motion, brea… Then silence, darkness, and decay; This is the change from life to de… In him the weareth clay. But Time’s one drop ’twixt that a…
With a resplendent Eastern bride, Like a houri at my side, And music round us swelling, ’Mid odours of so rare a steam That like a breath of love they se…
Rising and setting Suns of Libert… Mountainous Exploits; and the Wre… By stormy Passion o’er Life’s tre… Relieved by Shores of green delig… And starry Dreams, and the serene…
I dreamed I was a sculptor, and h… Out of a towering adamantine crag A mighty figure, stately, giant-li… And with the face of a Homeric go… Planted aloft upon the levelled co…
Have the blasts of sorrow worn the… Have the rocks of danger torn thee… And thus shifted, wreck-like drift… Wouldst thou find a port in time? Vain the quest! That word sublime…
A MIDSUMMER NOON IN… Not a bird disturbs the air! There is quiet everywhere; Over plains and over woods What a mighty stillness broods.
IT WAS a tale of passion that we… Of two who loved, not happily, but… And evermore her gentle breast did… Like a twin-billow,—for her feelin… Upon its rhythmic grief—and brimmi…
LOFTY and strenuous of sentiment But narrow and partial in its scop… And thence the bigot of a local se… Of habitudes, meshed round him lik… Hence too his intellect, though la…
HOW beautiful that earliest burst… Which floodeth from the opening ey… When like a fairy palace dew-bedig… Bough storying over bough upspread… And sweet the melodies which tow’r…
Never give up, though life be a ba… Wherein true men may fail, and tru… Yet, on the whole, however may rat… The thunders of chance, scaring co… Clear victory’s always the bride o…
One summer morn, out of the sea-wa… A speck-like Cloud, the season’s… Came softly floating up the boundl… And o’er the sun-parched hills all… Onward she glided through the azur…
Yet do not thou forsake me now, Poesy, with Peace-together! Ere this last disastrous blow Did lay my struggling fortunes low… In love unworn have we not borne
LITTLE, perhaps, thou valuest v… Little hast read of what my hand h… Yet I with thy brave memory would… The muse’s amaranths. For thou we… For freedom; well her sacred lesso…
WHERE Beauty is smiling With Love undenied, Where Gladness is flowing From Pleasure’s hill-side, Whatever of charming
Long ere I knew thee—years of lov… A shape would gather from my dream… The soul-sweet influence of its ge… Into my heart, to thrill it to the… Then would I wake, with lonely he…