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Weep’st thou to see the ruin and d… Which Time doth wreak upon earth’… Temples of gods, and palaces of ki… Weep’st thou to see them crumbling… Oh I could show thee such a woful…
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…
Life wanes, and the bright sunligh… Sets o’er the mountain-tops, where… O Innocence! O Trustfulness! O… Where are ye all, white-handed sis… Who with me on my way did walk alo…
Lady, sweet lady, I behold thee y… With thy pale brow, brown eyes, an… And billowy tresses of thy golden… Which once to see, is never to for… But for short space I gazed, with…
WEEPING BY SHELLEY’S… Lur’d by the Siren’s summer song… The Poet fell asleep’and the fi… Shrine of the finer soul, on wings… Was borne into the air; but undern…
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…
The monsters of the deep do roar, And their huge manes upon the shor… Plunge headlong, with a thundering… That shakes the hollow-hearted gro… And yet, amidst this din I hear
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…
IN MARCH 1865 A double worship hath the spring,… Triumph, and joy, and sweetness mo… For, standing on the threshold of… Your life’s star shines, full in h…
Oh, serious eyes! how is it that t… The burning rays, that mine pour i… Still find ye cold, and dead, and… Oh, lifeless eyes! can ye not answ… Oh, lips! whereon mine own so ofte…
I saw one whom I love more than m… Stand on a perilous edge of slippe… Under her feet the waters’ furious… And all around the thunder of thei… She stood and smiled, while terror…
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,
Thou shalt behold it once, and onc… Thou may’st possess it—Love shall… Impossible and glorious, palpable… And with the bliss thy soul awhile… When from that trance thou wakest,…
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,…
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…