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…
High waving heather 'neath stormy… Midnight and moonlight and bright… Darkness and glory rejoicingly ble… Earth rising to heaven and heaven… Man’s spirit away from its drear d…
Shall earth no more inspire thee, Thou lonely dreamer now? Since passion may not fire thee Shall Nature cease to bow? Thy mind is ever moving
Loud without the wind was roaring Through th’ autumnal sky; Drenching wet, the cold rain pouri… Spoke of winter nigh. All too like that dreary eve,
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?
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…
Riches I hold in light esteem And Love I laugh to scorn And lust of Fame was but a dream That vanished with the morn– And if I pray, the only prayer
In summer’s mellow midnight, A cloudless moon shone through Our open parlour window, And rose-trees wet with dew. I sat in silent musing;
Death! that struck when I was mos… In my certain faith of joy to be — Strike again, Time’s withered bra… From the fresh root of Eternity! Leaves, upon Time’s branch, were…
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
I am the only being whose doom No tongue would ask, no eye would… I never caused a thought of gloom, A smile of joy, since I was born. In secret pleasure, secret tears,
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…
How few, of all the hearts that lo… Are grieving for thee now; And why should mine to—night be mo… With such a sense of woe? Too often thus, when left alone,
Me thinks this heart should rest a… So stilly round the evening falls The veiled sun sheds no parting sm… Nor mirth nor music wakes my Hall… I have sat lonely all the day
Well hast thou spoken, and yet not… A feeling strange or new; Thou hast but roused a latent thou… A cloud—closed beam of sunshine br… To gleam in open view.