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Oh, great-eyed contemplation whom… Walk by the blue shores of the No… Leaning upon a giant, who for thee Seemed gentle, while black Night… The jagged Eve, and, near, the fl…
If Time that feeds love dies to d… Immortal hours, dear friends, were… For Morn that on the hills oped e… And Eve that walked like Mary by… Where that old Dreamer, as he bui…
The Son thou sentest forth is now… A Dream. To all but thee he is as… As if he had gone back into the sa… Bosom that bare him. Oh, thou gre… With eyes so wan and wide, what! k…
Return, return! all night my lamp… All night, like it, my wide eyes w… Like it, I fade and pale, when da… Bears witness that the absent can… Return, return.
SISTER Simplicitie, Sing, sing a song to me, Sing me to sleep. Some legend low and long, Slow as the summer song
Look on this flower, which, from i… Of bodily stem and branches and le… Leans lovelier, being toucht, and… A Rose, a Rose, a Rose! and, tho… Senses praise it triply unto thee,
Oh Ladye fair, oh Ladye fair and… Where’er thou be, Canst thou divine The Love that hungers thus in me? The secret cell where lone I lie…
Without Life’s toil to win Life’s… What was thy mystery, oh, early D… The careless world but counted thy… Among the multifarious heads that… And sink, forgot. For thee, no wa…
By Temèsvar I hear the clarions c… The year dies. Let it die. It liv… Gun booms to gun along the looming… Another year advances o’er the pla… The Despot hails it from his bann…
No comfort, nay, no comfort. Yet… In Sorrow’s cause with Sorrow int… Burst not the great heart,—this is… Ah sentence it to suffer, not to d… ‘Comfort?’ If Jesus wept at Beth…
I have heard a friar say That the Olive learned to pray In Gethsemane,- A holy man was he, Jacopo by name,-
NOR force nor fraud shall sunder… Who north or south, on east or wes… Native to noble sounds, say truth… Freedom for freedom, love for love… For God; O ye who in eternal yout…
O’er our evening fire the smoke is… And funeral banners hang about the… In the gable end I see a catafalq… And night is drawn up like a curta… Thou knowest why we silent sit, an…
FIRST came the primrose, On the bank high, Like a maiden looking forth From the window of a tower When the battle rolls below,
On a solemn day I clomb the shining bulwark of the… Not by the beaten way, But climbing by a prayer, That like a golden thread hung by…