Two things remain unalter’d in thi… Tho’ since I came here forty year… The smiling loveliness of Nature’… And the fine spirit of kindly, cou… That still presides here as it did…

Pour we libations to the father,… And bid him watch propitious o’er… Pile on the household altar fragra… And to th’ auspicious Lares bid f… Beneath whose guardianship we have…

Time beckons on the hours: the exp… Already feels old Winter’s icy br… As with cold hands he scatters on… The faded glories of her autumn wr… As fleetly as the summer’s sunshin…

Oh make not light of love, my lady… For, from that sweetest source dot… All that is likest heaven on earth… Ill it beseems who worthiest love… To scoff at their own worship;—if…

Lady, whom my beloved loves so wel… When on his clasping arm thy head… When on thy lips his ardent kisses… And the bright flood of burning li… In his dark eyes, is poured into t…

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…

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…

Away, away! bear me away, away, Into the boundless void, thou migh… That rushest on thy midnight way, And leav’st this weary world, far,… Away, away! bear me away, away,

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…

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…

Oft let me wander hand in hand wit… In woodland paths, and lone seques… What time the sunny banks and moss… With dewy wreaths of early violets… Into the air their fragrant incens…

Terrible music, whose strange utte… Seemed like the spell of some drea… Motionless misery, impotent despai… With beckoning visions of things d… Restless desire, sharp poignant ag…

Oft, when my lips I open to rehea… Thy wondrous spells of wisdom and… And that my voice and thy immortal… On listening ears and hearts I mi… I shrink dismayed—and awful doth a…

If in thy heart the spring of joy… All beauteous things, being reflec… Most beautiful and joyful do appea… But if that treasure hath been fro… If emptiness, and darkness, in thy…

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…