Come, the wind may never again Blow as now it blows for us; And the stars may never again shin… Long before October returns, Seas of blood will have parted us;
In the dungeon-crypts, idly did I… Reckless of the lives wasting ther… “Draw the ponderous bars! open, W… He dared not say me nay —the hinge… “Our guests are darkly lodged,” I…
When weary with the long day’s car… And earthly change from pain to pa… And lost and ready to despair, Thy kind voice calls me back again… Oh, my true friend! I am not lone…
Far, far away is mirth withdrawn 'Tis three long hours before the m… And I watch lonely, drearily — So come thou shade commune with me Deserted one! thy corpse lies cold
Silent is the house: all are laid… One alone looks out o’er the snow-… Watching every cloud, dreading eve… That whirls the wildering drift, a… Cheerful is the hearth, soft the m…
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…
Well, some may hate and some may s… And some may quite forget thy name… But my sad heart must ever mourn Thy ruined hopes, they blighted fa… 'Twas thus I thought, an hour ago…
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!.
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!
“O day! he cannot die When thou so fair art shining! O Sun, in such a glorious sky, So tranquilly declining; He cannot leave thee now,
‘Enough of thought, philosopher! Too long hast thou been dreaming Unlightened, in this chamber drear… While summer’s sun is beaming! Space—sweeping soul, what sad refr…
Tell me, tell me, smiling child, What the past is like to thee? “An Autumn evening soft and mild With a wind that sighs mournfully.… Tell me, what is the present hour?
Mild the mist upon the hill Telling not of storms tomorrow; No, the day has wept its fill, Spent its store of silent sorrow. O, I’m gone back to the days of y…
Yes, holy be thy resting place Wherever thou may’st lie; The sweetest winds breathe on thy… The softest of the sky. And will not guardian Angles send
'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