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Shelter and succour such as common… Afford the weaker partners of thei… Have I derived from thee’from the… And powerful genius! whose sublime… Still from thy grave governs each…
Blaspheme not thou thy sacred life… O’er joys that God hath for a sea… Perchance to try thy spirit, and i… Effeminate soul and base! weakly t… There lies no desert in the land o…
I stand where thou hast stood, and… Each look, each word, each gesture… That marked thy speech, or lighten… And memory makes them o’er and o’e… I dream I hear thy voice—I start,…
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…
BROUGHT FROM SWITZERLAN… Flower of the mountain! by the wan… Robbed of thy beauty’s short-lived… Didst thou but blow to gem the str… And bloom, to wither in the strang…
If I miscount the hours, blame Lo… Who makes the time when you are ne… Short as the vision of a vanishing… When you are far—long as eternity.
Sleep, Venice, sleep! the evening… Over the waves that rock thee on t… The bugle blare to kennel calls th… Who sleepless watch thy waking and… Sleep till the night stars do the…
Death and I, On a hill so high, Stood side by side: And we saw below, Running to and fro,
When in my dreams thy lovely face, Smiles with unwonted tender grace, Grudge not the precious seldom che… I know full well, my lady dear! It is no boon of thine.
At morn—a mountain ne’er to be cli… A horn of plenty, lengthening ever… At noon—the countless hour-sands p… Waves that we scarce can see as th… At night—a pageant over ere begun,
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…
Where huge rock buttresses bear up… With all their floating reservoirs… Where the wide winding sheet of sn… The glacier’s sapphire clefts and… This flow’r is found—the well-nam’…
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…
Cover me with your everlasting arm… Ye guardian giants of this solitud… From the ill-sight of men, and fro… Tumultuous din of yon wild world’s… Oh, knit your mighty limbs around,…
Early in life, when hope seems pro… And strong desire can sometimes mo… My dream was of thy shores, O Ita… Of thy blue deep, that even for a… Will not forsake its spicy pine-gi…