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…

O Lesbian! if thy faith were mine… Then might I in that summer sea Seek for a slumber sound as thine, Beneath thy rock of Leucady. But though the waves, with death’s…

Struggle not with thy life!—the he… Resist not, it will bow thee like… Strive not! thou shalt not conquer… Thou shalt go crushed, and ground,… Complain not of thy life!—for what…

I look along the dusty dreary way, So lately strew’d with blossoms fr… The sweet procession of the year i… And wither’d whirling leaves run r… Like throngs of tatter’d beggars f…

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

WRITTEN FOR THE 22 OF AU… Darkness upon the mountain and the… Forest and field are bathed in dew… And the night angels vigil o’er th… No sound, no motion; over hill and…

But to be still! oh, but to cease… The panting breath and hurrying st… The sights, the sounds, the strugg… Of hourly being; the sharp, biting… Of action, fretting on the tighten…

Short was the season of our interc… And born, it seem’d, of wayward ac… Yet ne’er before was friendship’s… More sorely needed, or more kindly… The wand’ring winds, that seem no…

They who go down to the relentless… After long horrible death of cold… Ere the last spark of flickering l… Give to the bitter waves that o’er… The secret of their agony to keep;

I am alone’€”oh be thou near to me… Great God! from whom the meanest… Not in presumption of the daring s… Striving to find the secrets of it… Make I my weeping prayer; in the…

Poor little sprite! in that dark,… Caged by the law of man’s resistle… With thy sweet, liquid notes, by s… Compelled to minister to his delig… Whence, what art thou? art thou a…

WEEPING BY SHELLEY’S… Lur’d by the Siren’s summer song… The Poet fell asleep’€”and the fi… Shrine of the finer soul, on wings… Was borne into the air; but undern…

O Maria Felicia! the Painter and… Behind them in dying leave undying… The night of oblivion their memory… And their great eager souls, other… Against Death, against Time, havi…

What shall I do with all the days… That must be counted ere I see th… How shall I charm the interval th… Between this time and that sweet t… Shall I in slumber steep each wea…

The blossoms hang again upon the t… As when with their sweet breath th… Against my casement, on that sunny… When thou, first blossom of my spr… And as I lay, panting from the fi…