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Raise it to Heaven, when thine ey… For only in a watery sky appears The bow of light; and from th’ inv… Hope’s glory shines not, save thro…
Mother, mother! my heart is wild, Hold me upon your bosom dear, Do not frown on your own poor chil… Death is darkly drawing near. Mother, mother! the bitter shame
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…
Two angels have them in eternal ke… He that beside the deep vaults of… Stands to receive the treasures, t… And lamentation into them men cast… Forgetting that alone they hold th…
Flying leaves the wild Spring sca… From the silver blossomed trees, Let them fall’it little matters; Fresh-born buds will greet each br… Flying leaves, grim Winter strewi…
ON GIVING A FRIEND A CRO… We should each other’s crosses hel… Yet I, dear friend, lay this upon… Would Heaven, indulgent, hear my… No heavier one should ever on it r…
WHO WROTE UNDER MY L… Whence should they come, lady! tho… That thy fair hand and gentle hear… Upon my head? Alas! such do not r… On any, of the many, who with sigh…
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…
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
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…
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…
If thou wert standing by yon tide, And I were standing by thy side, Methinks a death I could contrive… Pleasanter than the life I live. For I would lay me at thy feet,
Is it a sin, to wish that I may m… In that dim world whither our spir… When sleep and darkness follow lif… Is it a sin, that there my voice s… With all that love that I must di…
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 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…