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By the mossy weed-flowered column, Where the setting moonbeam’s glanc… Streams a radiance cold and solemn On the haunts of old romance: Know’st thou what those shafts bet…
Quickly pass the social glass, Hence with idle sorrow! No delay—enjoy today, Think not of tomorrow! Life at best is but a span,
SEAMEN three! What men be ye? Gotham’s three wise men we be. Whither in your bowl so free? To rake the moon from out the sea. The bowl goes trim. The moon doth…
Accept, bright spirit, reft in lif… This votive wreath to thy untimely… Formed to adorn all scenes, and ch… The fire-side circle, and the cour… Thy friends to gladden, and thy ho…
The poor man’s sins are glaring; In the face of ghostly warning He is caught in the fact Of an overt act— Buying greens on a Sunday morning…
Beyond the sea, beyond the sea, My heart is gone, far, far from me… And ever on its track will flee My thoughts, my dreams, beyond the… Beyond the sea, beyond the sea,
Seamen three! What men be ye? Gotham’s three wise men we be. Whither in your bowl so free? To rake the moon from out the sea. The bowl goes trim. The moon doth…
O! The spring-time of life is the… And the morning of love is the sea… Ere noontide and summer, with radi… Look down on their beauty, to parc… 0! faint are the blossoms life’s p…
The briefest part of life’s uncert… Youth’s lovely blossom, hastes to… While love, wine, song, enhance ou… Old age creeps on, nor thought, no…
—anankta ton pantôn huperbal– lonta chronon makarôn. Pindar. Hymn. frag. 33 Spirit of the days of yore! Thou! who, in thy haunted cave,
The mountain sheep are sweeter, But the valley sheep are fatter; We therefore deemed it meeter To carry off the latter. We made an expedition;
Long night succeeds thy little day… Oh blighted blossom! can it be, That this grey stone, and grassy c… Have clos’d our anxious care of th… The half-form’d speech of artless…
O’er bush and briar Childe Launce… With ardent hopes elate, And loudly blew the horn that hung Before Sir Hornbook’s gate. The inner portals opened wide,
O freedom! power of life and light… Sole nurse of truth and glory! Bright dweller on the rocky cliff! Lone wanderer on the sea! Where’er the sunbeam slumbers brig…
Saint Laura, in her sleep of deat… Preserves beneath the tomb —'Tis willed where what is willed… In incorruptibility Her beauty and her bloom.