STRUCK down by Love in cruel mo… That I ever met Love I rued, Bleeding and bruised I lay, Wet was my face as with the salt s… A lovely Muse on sparkling wing
THE autumn day steals, pallid as… Along these fields and man-forsake… And o’er the hedgerows bramble-kno… The whitening locks of Old Man’s… Here, shrunk by centuries of fire…
Another full-orbed year hath waned… And set in the irrevocable past, And headlong whirled long Time’s… My fluttering rose of youth is bor… Ah rose once crimson with the bloo…
HOW the lilacs, the lilacs are gl… And white through the delicate ver… The blossoming boughs of the hawth… Like beautiful brides in their bri… With cobwebs for laces, and dewdro…
The year’s grown songless! No gla… The hedge-row elms, whose wind-wor… Their leaves on the sere grass, wh… In golden chalice hoards the sunli… Our summer guests, whose raptures…
SUNBEAMS can fling no purer br… And rain-showers bring no surer bl… And lilies wing with no more sweet… Than those few lines thy hand has… II.
THE boding sky was charactered wi… The scripture of the storm—but hig… Where the unfathomed zenith still… A pure expanse of rose-flushed vio… And, kindling into crimson light,…
OH haste while roses bloom below, Oh haste while pale and bright abo… The sun and moon alternate glow, To pluck the rose of love. Yea, give the morning to the lark,
SHE sat by the wayside and wept,… Lay wasted and withered and sere,… Like chaff blown about in the wind… And pale, on night’s threshold, th… She sat by the wayside and wept; f…
Peace, throbbing heart, nor let us… O’er this late love’s unseasonable… Sweet as a violet blooming in the… The posthumous offspring of the wi… That smells of March when all the…
LOST amid gloom and solitude, A pool lies hidden in the wood, A pool the autumn rain has made Where flowers with their fair shad… Bare as a beggar’s board, the tree…
The storm which shook the silence… And sleeping pinnacles of ancient… Went muttering off in one last thu… Mixed with a moan of multitudinous… Yea, even as one who has wept much…
THOU camest with the coming Spri… With swallows, and the murmuring Of unloosed waters, with the birth Of daisies dimpling the green eart… And when the perfect rose of June
THERE was a windless mere, on wh… A little island, flushed with purp… Lay gently cradled like a moorhen’… It glowed like some rich jewel 'mi… Of sluggish leagues of peat and bl…
LOVE springs as lightly from the… As springs the lovely rose upon th… Which turns the common hedge to fl… As Love wings Time with rosy-feat… But marriage is the subtlest work…