Dark swallows will doubtless come
the injudicious nightflies with a
but these that stopped full flight
and my good fortune... as if they
they’ll not come back. The thick l

Tant que la lame n’aura
Pas coupé cette cervelle,
Ce paquet blanc, vert et gras,
A vapeur jamais nouvelle,
(Ah ! Lui, devrait couper son

WHEN the breath of twilight blow
All its vaporous sapphire, violet
With their magic flood me through
   I am one with the twilight’s dr
When the trees and skies and field

To him who ever thought with love
Or ever did for my sake some good
I will appear, looking such charit
And kind compassion, at his life’s
That he will out of hand and heart

Yo soy aquel que ayer no más decía
el verso azul y la canción profana
en cuya noche un ruiseñor había
que era alondra de luz por la maña
El dueño fui de mi jardín de sueño

By the rude bridge that arched the
Their flag to April’s breeze unfu
Here once the embattled farmers st
And fired the shot heard round the
The foe long since in silence slep

How happy is he born or taught,
That serveth not another’s will;
Whose armour is his honest thought
And simple truth his highest skill
Whose passions not his masters are

A sudden blow: the great wings bea
Above the staggering girl, her thi
By the dark webs, her nape caught
He holds her helpless breast upon
How can those terrified vague fing

UPON the sadness of the sea
The sunset broods regretfully;
From the far lonely spaces, slow
Withdraws the wistful afterglow.
So out of life the splendor dies;

That public men publish falsehoods
Is nothing new. That America must
Like the historical republics corr
Has been known for years.
Be angry at the sun for setting

The man-brained and man-handed gro
The most repulsive of all hot-bloo
Up to that time of the world: they
And caught a mammoth, but how coul
Reach the life in that hide? They

’Tis Summer Still yet Now and Th
Falls from some stately tree. Tru
How emblematic of the pangs that g
Wrings from our blighted hopes tha
Drop from us in our wrestle with t

If I could have put you in my hea
If but I could have wrapped you i
How glad I should have been!
And now the chart
Of memory unrolls again to me

Farewell, false love, the oracle o
A mortal foe and enemy to rest,
An envious boy, from whom all care
A bastard vile, a beast with rage
A way of error, a temple full of t

Under an undermined and shot-bruis
A too-bold captain perish’d by the
Whose brave misfortune happiest me
That had a town for tomb, his bone

Busy old fool, unruly sun,
Why dost thou thus,
Through windows, and through curta
Must to thy motions lovers’ season
Saucy pedantic wretch, go chide

Do I press the extremest book of
Close to me, hidden in me day and
In the uncertain light of single,
Equal in living changingness to th
In which I meet you, in which we

Come let us mock at the great
That had such burdens on the mind
And toiled so hard and late
To leave some monument behind,
Nor thought of the levelling wind.

Werther had a love for Charlotte
Such as words could never utter;
Would you know how first he met he
She was cutting bread and butter.
Charlotte was a married lady,

IMAGERIES of dreams reveal a g
Black armour, falling lace, and al
The courtesy of saints, their gent
Lights on an earth more fair, than
The courtesy of knights, fair calm

I HATE you with a necessary hate
First, I sought patience: passion
My patience turned in very scorn o
That I should dare forgive a sin
As this, through which I sit disc

STRANGE fits of passion have I
And I will dare to tell,
But in the lover’s ear alone,
What once to me befell.
When she I loved look’d every day

So; you have found an engine
Of injury that angels
Might dread. The world plunges,
Shies, snorts, and curvets like a
Then comfort her with fondlings,

Of Walking the Streets by Day.
Thus far the Muse has trac’d in u
The proper implements for wintry w
Has taught the walker, with judici
To read the various warnings of th

The season was the childhood of sw
Whose sunny hours from morning unt
Went creeping through the day with
Each with its load of pleasure; sl
Like the long years of blest Eter

Rien au réveil que vous n’ayez
Envisagé de quelque moue
Pire si le rire secoue
Votre aile sur les oreillers
Indifféremment sommeillez

Oppress’d with grief, oppress’d wi
A burden more than I can bear,
I set me down and sigh:
O life! thou art a galling load,
Along a rough, a weary road,

Peter the Repeater,
Platted round a platter
Slips of slivered paper,
Basting them with batter.
Flype ’em, slit ’em, twist ’em,

‘Bibber besotted, with scowl of a
Never to join to thy warriors arme
Never for ambush forth with the pr
Dared thy soul, for to thee that t
Sooth, more easy it seems, down th

The castle hight of Indolence,
And its false luxury;
Where for a little time, alas!
We lived right jollily.
O mortal man, who livest here by t

If that someone who’s me yet not m
as he is, shouldn’t he have been t
If he who rakes me with such not t
shouldn’t he have warned me he’d e
I’m a child then, yet already I’v

I know the pools where the graylin
I know the trees where the filbert
I know the woods where the red fox
The twisted elms where the brown o
And I’ve seldom a shilling to cal

Let others wonder what fair face
Upon their path shall shine,
And, fancying half, half hoping, t
Some maiden shape of tenderest gra
To be their Valentine.

FROM out the house I crept,
The house which long had caged my
The mighty City in vast silence s
Dreaming away its tumult, toil, an
But sleep and sleep’s rich dreams

O femme, que veux-tu ? – Parthéno
–Quel est ton crime ? – Aucun. –
–Quels sont tes ennemis ? – Ceux
Hier on m’adorait, aujourd’hui l’o
–Comment dois-tu payer mon hospita

What wonder therefore, since the i
Of passion link the universal kind
Of man so close, what wonder if to
This common nature through the var
Of sex, and age, and fortune, and