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The swallows made twitter incessan… The thrushes were wild with their… The ways and the woods were made p… And the flowering nooks of the ear… And the sunshine sufficed to rejoi…
If the sudden tidings came That on some far, foreign coast, Buried ages long from fame, Had been found a remnant lost Of that hoary race who dwelt
As when a father dies, his childre… About the empty hearth, their loss… With uttered praise & love, &a… His all-familiar words with whispe… The honored habit of his daily law…
Venus. Frosty lies the winter-landscape, In the twilight golden-green. Down the Park’s deserted alleys, Naked elms stand stark and lean.
WELCOME, thou gray and fragran… To deathless love and valor dedica… Glorious with the richest flowers… With early roses, lingering lilacs… With vivid green of grass and leaf…
PSALM LXXXIV. A brackish lake is there with bitt… Anigh its margin, brushed by heavy… A piping wind the narrow valley co… Fretting the willows and the cypre…
Therefore I dare reveal my privat… The secret blots of my imperfect h… Nor strive to shrink or swell mine… Nor beautify nor hide. For this I… That even as I am, thou also art.
ROSH-HASHANAH, 5638. The golden harvest-tide is here, t… Bows its proud tops beneath the re… Ripe orchards’ plenteous yields en… Bring the first fruits and offer t…
(A Dream.) Not a stain, In the sun—brimmed sapphire cup th… Not a ripple on the black transluc… Of the palace-walled lagoon.
Gray earth, gray mist, gray sky: Through vapors hurrying by, Larger than wont, on high Floats the horned, yellow moon. Chill airs are faintly stirred,
The bird sits spelled upon the lit… Of yonder turbaned fowler, who had… No feather limb, but the winged sp… With his compelling eye. He need… The silken coil, not set the thick…
The Landgrave Hermann held a gath… Of minstrels, minnesingers, trouba… At Wartburg in his palace, and th… Sir Tannhauser of France, the gre… Inspired with heavenly visions, an…
Prelude Blue storm-clouds in hot heavens o… Hung heavy, brooding over land and… Our hearts, a-tremble, throbbed in… With the wild, restless tone of ai…
‘Oh brew me a potion strong and go… One golden drop in his wine Shall charm his sense and fire his… And bend his will to mine.’ Poor child of passion! ask of me
Come closer, kind, white, long-fam… Embrace me, fold me to thy broad,… Life has grown strange and cold, b… Mild eyes of blessing wooing to my… So often hast thou come, and from…