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I DUG, beneath the cypress shade… What well might seem an elfin’s… And every pledge in earth I laid, That erst thy false affection g… I press’d them down the sod beneat…
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…
I dug, beneath the cypress shade, What well might seem an elfin’s gr… And every pledge in earth I laid, That erst thy false affection gave… I pressed them down the sod beneat…
Nay, deem me not insensible, Cesa… To female charms; nor think this h… Is cas’d in adamant; because, fors… I cannot ogle, and hyperbolize, And whisper tender nothings in the…
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…
’Tis midnight: the sky is with clo… The forest-trees bend in the loud-… The rain strongly beats on these t… The lightning pours swiftly its bl… Triumphant the tempest-fiend rides…
—anankta ton pantôn huperbal– lonta chronon makarôn. Pindar. Hymn. frag. 33 As the mountain-torrent rages, Loud, impetuous, swift, and strong…
Saint Laura, in her sleep of deat… Preserves beneath the tomb —'Tis willed where what is willed… In incorruptibility Her beauty and her bloom.
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…
In life three ghostly friars were… And now three friarly ghosts we be… Around our shadowy table placed, The spectral bowl before us floats… With wine that none but ghosts can…
[To the tune of “Turning, turning… RECITATIVE. MR. PAPERST… Jack Horner’s CHRISTMAS PIE… Interpreted to mean the public pur… From thence a plum he drew. O hap…
Quickly pass the social glass, Hence with idle sorrow! No delay—enjoy today, Think not of tomorrow! Life at best is but a span,
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,
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;
—anankta ton pantôn huperbal– lonta chronon makarôn. Pindar. Hymn. frag. 33 Spirit of the days of yore! Thou! who, in thy haunted cave,