#English #Women
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…
Too bright the glance your wishes… Into the future’s day, Too sweet the trust on which you l… Not to give way. Oh ever in this treacherous world,
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…
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…
I would I knew the lady of thy he… She whom thou lov’st, perchance, a… She unto whom thy thoughts and wis… Those thoughts, in which, alas! I… Oh, I have sat and sighed, thinki…
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…
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…
Better trust all, and be deceived, And weep that trust, and that dece… Than doubt one heart, that, if bel… Had blessed one’s life with true b… Oh, in this mocking world, too fas…
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…
Wand’ring with thee in the delicio… What visions meet me of those far-… When all my youth’s fresh springs… Lay lock’d beneath the spell of th… Whose blood is in thy veins.—I ga…
All the night long you come to me… My lady dear! Ah, wherefore do yo… Surely it is because you do not kn… What tender mercy from your sweet… When thus you visit me, and for aw…
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…
Through the half-open’d casement s… Of the departing sun. The golden… Of the red western sky fell warm a… Into that chamber large and lone:… Touch’d slantingly curtain and cou…
Genius and Love together stood At break of day beside clear fount… In gardens hedged with laurel wood… Screened by a wall of purple mount… As hand in hand they smiling stray…
The golden hinges of the year have… Spring, and the summer, and the ha… Have come, and gone; and on the th… The withered Winter, stretching f… To take my rose from me;—which he…
