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Nay, bring forth none but daughter… The doubles of yourself; with face… Bearing as candid, gait as debonai… And voice as deeply, musically str… That the less fortunate age, from…
‘What ails you, Sister Erin, that… Is, like your mountains, still bed… As though some ancient sorrow or d… Some unforgettable wrong from far-… Done to your name or wreaked upon…
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!
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…
Incomparable Italy, farewell! Tears not unmanly trespass to the… From thy soft touch and glance uns… Compelled to turn and suffer other… E’en as I leave thee, the materna…
Let not the roses lie Too thickly tangled round my tomb, Lest fleecy clouds that skim the s… Flinging their faint soft shadows,… And know not over whom.
Ere that I say farewell to youth,… The homely road that leads to life… Let me be sure again I shall not… To taste the bliss you bid me to f… That Spring’s returning raptures…
Where violets blue to olives gray From furrows brown lift laughing e… And silvery Mensola sings its way Through terraced slopes, nor seeks… But onward and downward leaps and…
Exile or Caesar? Death hath solve… And made thee certain of thy chang… And thou no more hast wearily to w… Straining to catch the people’s ta… That from unrestful rest would dra…
O beautiful bright world! for ever… And now with Wisdom grafted on th… Why do they slander thee with wail… And lose the wealth of thy long ha… Why do they say that thou art old…
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…
Give me October’s meditative haze… Its gossamer mornings, dewy-wimple… Dewy and fragrant, fragrant and se… The long slow sound of farmward-we… When homely Love sups quiet ‘mid…
I stand within the Abbey walls, Where soft the slanting sunlight f… In gleams of mellow grace: The organ swells, the anthem soars… And waves of prayerful music pours
Look up, desponding hearts! See,… From out her tents behind the scre… And speeds her glittering lances o… Where hostile mists, unconscious,… Roused from their vain security, t…
Men deemed thee fallen, did they?… Coiled into self to foil a Vandal… Not wholly shorn of strength, but… Weaned from thy fame by a too happ… Scanning the ridges of thy teeming…