Hush! or you’ll wake her. Softly… She slumbers in her little bed. What do I see? A coffin! Dead? Yes, dead at break of morning. No, no, it cannot, cannot be!

When Sorrow first came wailing to… April rehearsed the madrigal of M… And, as I ne’er had seen her face… I kept on singing, and she went he… When next came Sorrow, life was w…

Why do I sit within the spell Of eyes like thine, who oft have k… What ’tis in Beauty’s gaze to dwe… And then-to feel alone: Back be remitted to my cell,

Could you but give me all that I… I should be richer, and you no mor… Companionship beside the household… And common cares that train one to… ’Tis not your senses, but your sel…

Now let no passing-bell be tolled, Wail now no dirge of gloom; Nor around purple pall unfold The trappings of the tomb! Dead? No, the Artist doth not die…

Why did you come when the trees we… Why did you come with the wintry a… When the faint note dies in the ro… And the gables drip and the white… What a strange, strange season to…

I could not find the little maid… So out I rushed, and sought her f… But not where Pleasure each new f… Heading the maze of reeling merrim… Nor where, with restless eyes and…

‘In the depth of Night, on the he… Would you know where I rest or ro… In vain will you search, for I no… And the Universe is my home. ’When you think to descry on the c…

When Athens challenged Phryne to… Eleusis’ self sufficed not to appa… Her impious tread, and, throned wi… The awful judges frowned on her di… Slowly her lovely limbs she did un…

Though all the world should stand… And leave you to your sorrow, And you from none, or near, or wid… A smile or tear could borrow; I still would stand with arms outs…

Why do you chide me that, when mor… To slumber’s charm, from sleep I… But from my casement watch the mai… Fainting behind her ineffectual sh… Unto the chime by stately planets…

Why, rapturous bird, though shades… Muffle the leaves and swathe the l… Singest thou still with all thy mi… As though ’twere noon, as though ’… Silence darkens on vale and hill,

Why, throstle, do you sing In this November haze? Singing for what? for whom? Deem you that it is Spring, Or that your lonely lays

Whither, and whence, and why hast… Thou art dumb, my muse; thou art d… As a waterless stream, as a leafle… What have I done to banish thee? But a moon ago, the whole day long

Bend down and read-the birth, the… Born in the year that Waterloo wa… And died in this, whose days are n… But which, because a year conceive… No noble need will christen or wil…