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Come fill the can again, boys, One parting glass, one parting gla… Ere we shall meet again, boys, Long years may pass, long years ma… We’ll drink the gallant bark, boys…
Is it a sin, to wish that I may m… In that dim world whither our spir… When sleep and darkness follow lif… Is it a sin, that there my voice s… With all that love that I must di…
Farewell, fair castle! on thy lord… Firm be thy seat and proud thy sta… Soft rise the breezes from the val… Bright be the clouds that wander o… O’er the broad lands that form thy…
O hearts of flesh! O beating hear… O twining hands of human dear desi… How, when your glorious mate begin… How shall ye follow those wide win… That bear him up? Ah! to the char…
When the bright sun back on his ye… Comes towards us, his great glory… As from the sky he pours it all ab… A golden herald, my beloved, of th… When from the south the gentle win…
Thou shalt behold it once, and onc… Thou may’st possess it—Love shall… Impossible and glorious, palpable… And with the bliss thy soul awhile… When from that trance thou wakest,…
If there were any power in human l… Or in th’ intensest longing of the… Then should the oceans and the lan… Ye from my sight all unprevailing… Then should the yearning of my bos…
Death and I, On a hill so high, Stood side by side: And we saw below, Running to and fro,
The Lord’s son stood at the clear… The May on the other side, ‘And stretch me your lily hand,’ h… ‘For I must mount and ride. ’And waft me a kiss across the bro…
IN MARCH 1865 A double worship hath the spring,… Triumph, and joy, and sweetness mo… For, standing on the threshold of… Your life’s star shines, full in h…
Have you not heard that in some de… The Dead retain in beauty undistu… The very countenance they living w… But if forbidden yearning vainly c… To look upon the hidden face once…
As o’er the chasm I breathless hu… Thus from the depths the siren sun… “Down, down into the womb Of earth, the daylight’s tomb, Where the sun’s eyes
We are the ghosts of those small f… That in the opening of the year, ‘Neath rosemary and myrtle bowers, In crimson vests appear. Far, underneath the blue pine wood…
When the dawn O’er hill and dale Throws her bright veil, Oh, think of me! When the rain
Come where the white waves dance a… Of some lone isle, lost in the unk… Whose golden sands by mortal foot… Were never printed,—where the frag… That never swept o’er land or floo…