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‘Why have you silent been so long?… In tones of mild rebuke you ask. Know you not, kindly friend, that… Is the ‘Gay Science,’ not a task? It is but when it pleaseth God
Long ere the Muse the strenuous c… And the first lay as yet in silenc… A Time there was which since has… To notes of wail and accents warm… Moved the soft Mantuan to his sil…
When for one brief dark hour Rome… Felt the sharp shock of Cannae’s… Forum, and field, and Senate-Hous… With cries of nor misgiving nor la… Only of men contending now who sho…
In the streets of Constance was h… ‘Masters! bring the arch-heretic o… The stake had been planted, the fa… And the tongues of the torches fli… ‘Huss to the flames!’ they fiercel…
Farewell! I breathe that wonted p… But oh! though countless leagues d… Our gaze, our grasp, they shall no… My soul, my spirit, from thy side. Waking or sleeping, thou shalt own
Fixed is my Faith, the lingering… That still we move through Libert… The Human Tragedy. When God out of chaos primeval di… And moved on the face of the water…
Gentle in fibre, but of steadfast… Still to do right though right won… And fallen on evil tongues and evi… When men from plain straight duty… And, born to nobly sway, ignobly s…
Not in the mist of legendary ages, Which in sad moments men call long… And people with bards, heroes, sai… And virtues vanished, since we do… But here to-day wherein we all gro…
Here have I learnt the little tha… Here where in these untutored wood… The primrose, all unconscious of o… Dimpled the dainty coverlet of the… March’s first-born, and, still ave…
You say that I am fitful. Sweet,… But ’tis that I your fitfulness o… If you are April, how can I be M… Or flaunt bright roses when you we… Shine like the sun, and my sky wil…
All the seasons of the year, I have flowers for you, dear. When the ploughland’s flecked with… And the blue-eyed scyllas blow, Gazing, through the wintry gale,
Queen, widowed Mother of a widowe… Whose ancient sorrow goeth forth t… Her new-born sorrow with parental… And tearful eyes that oft on hers… Will not your generous heart be no…
In the city of Darmstadt, the Sab… Shone over the broad Cathedral Sq… And to nobly, richly, and lowly bo… The belfry carilloned call to pray… Then banker, and burgher, and lear…
Let me, calm face, remain For ever in these sweet sequestere… Remote from pain, Where leafy laurustinus overlooks The blue abounding main.
WHITE little hands! Pink little feet! Dimpled all over, Sweet, sweet, sweet! What dost thou wail for?