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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…
Breeze! brisk breeze! that movest… Breeze! lithe breeze! that creepes… Breeze! O breeze! that fannest th… Oh linger by the lattice of sweet… Breeze! coy breeze! that loiterest…
‘River rolling past the grey Battlements of yesterday, Palace strongholds reared by hands Summoned from transalpine lands, Skilled in wedding strength with g…
Where have you been through the lo… That follow the fragrant feet of… By the dells and the dingles gathe… Ere the dew of the dawn be sipped… And sooth each wilding that buds a…
Although no stupid scoffer, I Am wholly at a loss To apprehend the reason why You kiss Lorenzo’s Cross. For though indeed a hundred days’
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!
The last warm gleams of sunset fad… From cypress spire and stonepine d… And, in the twilight’s deepening s… Lingering, I scan the wrecks of R… Husht the Madonna’s Evening Bell…
In the green darkness of a summer… Wherethro’ ran winding ways, a lad… Carved from the air in curving wom… A maiden’s form crowned by a matro… As, about Lammas, wheat-stems may…
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…
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,
The gloss is fading from your hair… The glamour from your brow; The light your eyes were wont to w… Attracts no gazer now. O’er sunny forehead, smiling lips,
‘One more embrace! Then, o’er the… And nobly play the soldier’s part!… Thus sounds, amid the martial stra… The Spartan Mother’s patriot hear… She hides her woe,
Here let us sit beneath this oak,… The acorns fitfully fall one by on… The final harvest of the fading ye… Now Summer eves and Autumn days a… The orchard rows stand desolate an…
One day as on an ass I rode, By many a twisting gully, To where once stood the famed abod… Of philosophic Tully, A shepherd lad with hat aslouch
Apollo! Apollo! Apollo! Where hast thou, Apollo, gone? I have wandered on and on, Through the shaggy Dorian gorges, Down from where Parnassus forges