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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;
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…
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…
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…
Milestone: All my troubles disappear, When the dinner-bell I hear, Over woodland, dale, and fell, Swinging slow with solemn swell,—
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…
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…
Saint Laura, in her sleep of deat… Preserves beneath the tomb —'Tis willed where what is willed… In incorruptibility Her beauty and her bloom.
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…
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…
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…
’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…
THE LADY. O cavalier! what dost thou here, Thy tuneful vigils keeping; While the northern star looks cold… And half the world is sleeping?
Forasmuch as the Canter’s and Fan… Sayeth peace and joy are by me abh… And would fill each Sunday with g… For all too poor his regard to obt… And forasmuch as the laws heretofo…