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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…
When the glad sun looks smiling fr… Upon each shadowy glen, and sunny… And that you tread those well-know… Have strayed with you, do not forg… When the warm hearth throws its br…
The love that was too poor to purc… Is rich enough to buy each noble t… That may be reached on the untirin… Of patient, strong pursuit; all th… Honest, and brave, and most adorns…
Farewell, fair castle! on thy lord… Firm be thy seat and proud thy sta… Soft rise the breezes from the val… Bright be the clouds that wander o… O’er the broad lands that form thy…
O Maria Felicia! the Painter and… Behind them in dying leave undying… The night of oblivion their memory… And their great eager souls, other… Against Death, against Time, havi…
Here’s a health to thee, Bard of… To the goblet’s brim we will fill; For all that to life is endearing, Thy strains have made dearer still… Wherever fond woman’s eyes eclipse
O hearts of flesh! O beating hear… O twining hands of human dear desi… How, when your glorious mate begin… How shall ye follow those wide win… That bear him up? Ah! to the char…
Like one who walketh in a plenteou… By flowing waters, under shady tre… Through sunny meadows, where the s… Feed in the thyme and clover; on e… Fair gardens lying, where of fruit…
Thou comest not in sober guise, In mellow cloak of russet clad— Thine are no melancholy skies, Nor hueless flowers pale and sad; But, like an emperor, triumphing,
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…
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…
Through Thuringia’s forest green The Landgraff rode at close of e’… Huntsmen and hounds were left behi… While following fierce a dappled h… And though the day grew thick apac…
Round thy steep castle walls, Who seeks thy love must ride, Who from their dizzy summit falls, Must death abide. O Lady proud and fair,
What shall I do with all the days… That must be counted ere I see th… How shall I charm the interval th… Between this time and that sweet t… Shall I in slumber steep each wea…
I hear a voice low in the sunset w… Listen, it says: ‘Decay, decay, d… I hear it in the murmuring of the… And the wind sighs it as it flies… Autumn is come; seest thou not in…
