O lady! thou, who in the olden tim… Hadst been the star of many a poet… Thou, who unto a mind of mould sub… Weddest the gentle graces that bes… Fair woman’s best! forgive the dar…

Farewell awhile, beautiful Italy! My lonely bark is launched upon th… That clasps thy shore, and the sof… Breathes from thy coast, and fills… Ere morning dawn, a colder breeze…

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…

Good night, love! May heaven’s brightest stars watch… Good angels spread their wings, an… And through the night, So dark and still,

Once more, once more into the sunn… Oh, let me stray! And drink the joy that young exist… On a bright, cloudless day. Once more let me behold the summer…

I know a maiden with a laughing fa… And springing feet like wings;—the… Forth from the radiant dancing of… Is full of mischievous and mirthfu… I know a maiden you might scarce t…

Now in the west is spread A golden bed; Great purple curtains hang around, With fiery fringes bound, And cushions, crimson red,

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…

A maiden meek, with solemn, steadf… Full of eternal constancy and fait… And smiling lips, through whose so… Truth’s holy voice, with every bal… So journeys she along life’s crowd…

Why art thou weeping Over the happy, happy dead, Who are gone away, From this life of clay, From this fount of tears,

Night comes upon the earth; and fe… Arise the mighty winds, and sweep… In the full chorus of their midnig… The waste of heavy clouds, that ve… Roll like a murky scroll before th…

The hours are past, love, Oh, fled they not too fast, love! Those happy hours, when down the m… We saw the rosy mists of morning g… And hand in hand, went forth upon…

WHO WROTE UNDER MY L… Whence should they come, lady! tho… That thy fair hand and gentle hear… Upon my head? Alas! such do not r… On any, of the many, who with sigh…

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…

Could I be sure that I should die The moment you had ceased to love… I would not turn so fearfully From those fond vows with which yo… Could I be sure, when passion’s l…