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LEAVE me a little while alone, Here at his grave that still is st… With crumbling flower and wreath; The laughing rivulet leaps and fal… The thrush exults, the cuckoo call…
Dearest, I know thee wise and goo… Beloved by all the best; With fancy like Ithuriel’s spear, A judgment proof 'gainst rage or f… Heart firm through many a stormy y…
I never saw you, never grasped you… Nor wrote nor read lines absence l… Ne’er with you sate in your accust… Nor waited for your coming on sea… But this I know, if along unseen…
How can I tell thee when I love t… In rapture or repose? how shall I… I only know I love thee every way… Plumed for love’s flight, or folde… See, what is day but night bedewed…
Blest husbandmen! if they but knew… For whom, from war remote, fair-mi… Teems, to light toil, with ready s… What though from splendid palace s… No servile train, gaping at inlaid…
Kacelyevo’s slope still felt The cannon’s bolt and the rifles’… For a last redoubt up the hill rem… By the Russ yet held, by the Turk… Mehemet Ali stroked his beard;
Nay, do not quarrel with the seaso… Nor make an enemy of friendly Tim… The fruit and foliage of the faili… Rival the buds and blossoms of its… Is not the harvest moon as round a…
‘Tell me again; I did not hear: I… Hush! little one, for mother wants… There! At my breast be good and s… They say that the source is poison… ’I shall bring them to shame, aye…
Where Autumn runnels fret and foa… Past banks of amber fern, Since track was none I chanced to… Along a Border burn. The rain was gone, the winds were…
Is life worth living? Yes, so lon… As Spring revives the year, And hails us with the cuckoo’s son… To show that she is here; So long as May of April takes,
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
‘River rolling past the grey Battlements of yesterday, Palace strongholds reared by hands Summoned from transalpine lands, Skilled in wedding strength with g…
Sadder than lark when lowering Clouds defend the sky; Sadder than wild swan pouring Death-notes ere it die; Sadder than winds imploring
Will you walk with me to the brow… Whose daughter lies in the churchy… Half a mile by the winding lane, a… There you may lean o’er the gate a… Stop and talk of her girl that is…
With shimmer of steel and blare of… And Switzers marching with martia… And cavaliers trampling brown the… Came bow-legged Charles through t… With black Il Moro for traitor gu…