Cold in the earth, and the deep sn… Far, far removed, cold in the drea… Have I forgot, my Only Love, to… Severed at last by Time’s all—wea… Now, when alone, do my thoughts no…
How beautiful the Earth is still To thee–how full of Happiness; How little fraught with real ill Or shadowy phantoms of distress; How Spring can bring thee glory y…
Awaking morning laughs from heaven On golden summer’s forests green; And what a gush of song is given To welcome in that light serene. A fresh wind waves the clustering…
The day is done, the winter sun Is setting in its sullen sky; And drear the course that has been… And dim the hearts that slowly die… No star will light my coming night…
O thy bright eyes must answer now, When Reason, with a scornful brow… Is mocking at my overthrow; O thy sweet tongue must plead for… And tell why I have chosen thee!
THE linnet in the rocky dells, The moor-lark in the air, The bee among the heather bells That hide my lady fair: The wild deer browse above her bre…
I’ll not weep that thou art going… There’s nothing lovely here; And doubly will the dark world gri… While thy heart suffers there. I’ll not weep, because the summer’…
She dried her tears and they did s… To see her cheeks’ returning glow How little dreaming all the while That full heart throbbed to overfl… With that sweet look and lively to…
Heavy hangs the raindrop From the burdened spray; Heavy broods the damp mist On uplands far away; Heavy looms the dull sky,
Oh, thy bright eyes must answer no… When Reason, with a scornful brow… Is mocking at my overthrow! Oh, thy sweet tongue must plead fo… And tell why I have chosen thee!.
It was night and on the mountains Fathoms deep the snow drifts lay; Streams and waterfalls and fountai… Down the darkness stole away. Long ago the hopeless peasant
Come hither, child—who gifted thee With power to touch that string so… How darest thou rouse up thoughts… Thoughts that I would—but cannot… Nay, chide not, lady; long ago
'Tis moonlight, summer moonlight, All soft and still and fair; The solemn hour of midnight Breathes sweet thoughts everywhere… But most where trees are sending
'Listen! When your hair, like min… Takes a tint of silver gray; When your eyes, with dimmer shine, Watch life’s bubbles float away: When you, young man, have borne li…
Often rebuked, yet always back ret… To those first feelings that were… And leaving busy chase of wealth a… For idle dreams of things which ca… To—day, I will seek not the shado…