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The end is come: in thunder and wi… Autumn has stormed the golden hous… She going—lingers yet—sweet glance… Of kind farewell upon the land she… And leaves. No more the sunny lan…
You say you’re glad I write—oh, s… My fount of song, dear friend, ’s… And when the numbers freely from i… ’Tis that my heart, and eyes, o’er… Castalia, fam’d of yore,—the sprin…
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…
Now in the west is spread A golden bed; Great purple curtains hang around, With fiery fringes bound, And cushions, crimson red,
Never, oh never more! shall I beh… Thy form so fair; Or loosen from its braids the ripp… Of thy long hair. Never, oh never more! shall I be…
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…
And I Am reading, too, my book of memory… With eyelids closed, over the cres… And the blue, marbled sea, I seek… All present things forgotten, on t…
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…
ON GIVING A FRIEND A CRO… We should each other’s crosses hel… Yet I, dear friend, lay this upon… Would Heaven, indulgent, hear my… No heavier one should ever on it r…
Good night, love! May heaven’s brightest stars watch… Good angels spread their wings, an… And through the night, So dark and still,
Mother, mother! my heart is wild, Hold me upon your bosom dear, Do not frown on your own poor chil… Death is darkly drawing near. Mother, mother! the bitter shame
Oh make not light of love, my lady… For, from that sweetest source dot… All that is likest heaven on earth… Ill it beseems who worthiest love… To scoff at their own worship;—if…
Lady, whom my belovèd 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 pourèd into t…
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…