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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,
THE LADY. O cavalier! what dost thou here, Thy tuneful vigils keeping; While the northern star looks cold… And half the world is sleeping?
—anankta ton pantôn huperbal– lonta chronon makarôn. Pindar. Hymn. frag. 33 Spirit of the days of yore! Thou! who, in thy haunted cave,
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 said the rose is Love’s own… Its blush so bright, its thorns so… And winter on its bloom has power, But has not on its sweetness any. For though young Love’s ethereal…
Milestone: All my troubles disappear, When the dinner-bell I hear, Over woodland, dale, and fell, Swinging slow with solemn swell,—
I play’d with you 'mid cowslips bl… When I was six and you were four; When garlands weaving, flower-ball… Were pleasures soon to please no m… Through groves and meads, o’er gra…
’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…
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…
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…
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 mountain sheep are sweeter, But the valley sheep are fatter; We therefore deemed it meeter To carry off the latter. We made an expedition;
Hark! o’er the silent waters steal… The dash of oars sounds soft and c… Through night’s deep veil, all for… Nearer it comes, and yet more near… See! where the long reflection gli…
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…
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…