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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…
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,
Blame not my tears, love, to you h… The brightest, best gift, God to… The sunlight of hope on your heart… And shines from your heart on this… Blame not my tears, love, on you h…
Upon the altar of my life there li… A costly offering: its price I kn… The worth that it might have, its… Yet it lies there, and darkness co… It has not burned towards heaven i…
Written among the Ruins of the So… Thou who within thyself dost not b… Ruins as great as these, though no… Canst scarce through life have tra… Or lack’st the spirit of a pilgrim…
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,
When ’twas my hap to meet you, for… Our paths together lay—and each on… Heart to feel heart, and thought t… And our brief converse has been as… Upon a sorrowful face,—sweet—sad—a…
What though the sun must set, and… Shall we turn coldly from the bles… And o’er the heavens call an earli… Because the longest day must end i… What though the golden summer flie…
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…
Farewell, old playmate! on thy san… My lingering feet will leave their… To thy loved side I never may ret… I pray thee, old companion, make d… For the wild spirit who so oft has…
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.
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…
The water has flowed forth a year, Since, sitting by the fountain’s s… We looked into the basin clear, Where sparkles still the gushing t… And watched the crystal current po…
When we first met, dark wintry ski… And the wild winds sang requiem to… But thou, in all thy beauty’s prid… And my young heart knew hope witho… When we last parted, summer suns w…
Through the half-open’d casement s… Of the departing sun. The golden… Of the red western sky fell warm a… Into that chamber large and lone:… Touch’d slantingly curtain and cou…