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My feet shall tread no more thy mo… When once they turn away, thou Pl… Nor ever more, reflected in thy ti… Will shine the eyes of the White… But often in my dreams, when I am…
How passing sad! Listen, it sings… Art thou a spirit that, amongst th… The livelong night dost chant that… Making wan Dian stoop her silver… Out of the clouds to hear thee? wh…
Spirit, bright spirit! from thy na… Answer me! answer me! oh, let me h… Thy voice, and know that thou inde… That from the bonds in which thou’… Thou hast not broken free, thou ar…
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…
Lady, whom my beloved loves so wel… When on his clasping arm thy head… When on thy lips his ardent kisses… And the bright flood of burning li… In his dark eyes, is poured into t…
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…
If from the height of that celesti… Where now thou dwell’st, spirit po… Thou yet canst love the race that… How must thou joy, with pleasure n… For thy exalted state, to know how…
Fallen from thy parent bough, Poor wither’d leaf, where goest th… From the mountain to the vale, From the forest to the hill I flutter, carried by the gale,
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…
Come fill the can again, boys, One parting glass, one parting gla… Ere we shall meet again, boys, Long years may pass, long years ma… We’ll drink the gallant bark, boys…
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…
Have you not heard that in some de… The Dead retain in beauty undistu… The very countenance they living w… But if forbidden yearning vainly c… To look upon the hidden face once…
A BRITISH TRANSPORT… A BALLAD. As well as I am able, I’ll relate… And I trust, sirs, you’ll excuse… I’ve lived a hard and wandering li…
Beside a well-reap’d field at Eve… One laid him down to rest who’d wa… And fought and wounded been in Li… ‘These have done well their work,’… ‘But on mine armour blots of earth…
Oft let me wander hand in hand wit… In woodland paths, and lone seques… What time the sunny banks and moss… With dewy wreaths of early violets… Into the air their fragrant incens…