‘Poeta volontieri Parlerei a que’ duo che’ insieme v… E pajon si al vento esser leggieri… Dell’ Inferno, Canto . Seer of the triple realm invisible…

O hearts of flesh! O beating hear… O twining hands of human dear desi… How, when your glorious mate begin… How shall ye follow those wide win… That bear him up? Ah! to the char…

If I believed in death, how sweet… For such a blessed slumber could… Beneath the blue and sparkling cov… Of that smooth sea, stirred by no… Oh if I could but die, and be at…

Youth with swift feet walks onward… The land of joy lies all before hi… Age, stumbling, lingers slower day… Still looking back, for it behind…

Good night! from music’s softest s… Go to thy dreams: and in thy slumb… Fairies, with magic harp and shell… Sing o’er to thee thy own sweet nu… Good night! from hope’s intense de…

On the lone waters’ shore Wander I yet; Brooding those moments o’er I should forget. Till the broad foaming surge

Though thou return unto the former… Fields, woods, and gardens, where… In other days, and not a bough, br… Of tree, or meadow, but the same a… As when thou lovedst them in forme…

THE FIRST SNOW MOUNT… Look, love, to yonder mountain’s b… Seest thou that beckoning hand of… Stern Winter dares no farther com… But waves me towards his northern…

I never shall forget thee’€”'tis a… Thou oft nust hear, for surely the… On whom thy wondrous eyes have eve… But for a moment, or who e’er have… Thy voice’s deep impassioned melod…

Say thou not sadly, ‘never,’ and ‘… But from thy lips banish those fal… While life remains that which was… Again may be thine; in Time’s sto… Days, hours, and moments, that hav…

When the bright sun back on his ye… Comes towards us, his great glory… As from the sky he pours it all ab… A golden herald, my beloved, of th… When from the south the gentle win…

Were they but dreams? Upon the da… Evening comes down, the wings of f… On which the day soared to the sun… The moon sits calmly like a soul a… Looking upon the never-resting ear…

It may be that the stone which tho… From off thy people’s neck shall f… It may be that the sudden flood sh… From off the rock, whence, prophet… In God’s great future, thou dost…

I found a flower in a desolate plo… Where no man wrought,—by a deserte… Where no man dwelt; a strange, dar… Black heavy buds on a pale leafles… I pluck’d it, wondering, and with…

Sorrow and sin, and suffering and… Have been cast in the waters of my… And they have sunk deep down to th… And all that flows thence is embit… Yet still the fountain up towards…