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1 Mystery of mysteries,Faintly smiling Adeline,Scarce of earth nor all divine,Nor unhappy, nor at rest,But beyond expression fairWith thy floating flaxen hair;Thy rose-lips and full blue eyesTake the heart from out my breast.Wherefore those dim looks of thine,Shadowy, dreaming Adeline?…
I. A spirit haunts the year’s last hoursDwelling amid these yellowing bowers:To himself he talks;For at eventide, listening earnestly,At his work you may hear him sob and sighIn the walks;Earthward he boweth the heavy stalksOf the mouldering flowers:Heavily hangs the…
You ask me, why, tho’ ill at ease, Within this region I subsist, Whose spirits falter in the mist, And languish for the purple seas. It is the land that freemen till, That sober-suited…
It little profits that an idle king, By this still hearth, among these barren crags, Match’d with an aged wife, I mete and dole Unequal laws unto a savage race, That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me.…
Written at the Request of the Mantuans for the Nineteenth Centenary of Virgil’s Death Roman Virgil, thou that singest Ilion’s lofty temples robed in fire, Ilion falling, Rome arising, wars, and filial faith, and Dido’s pyre; Landscape-lover, lord of…
O loyal to the royal in thyself, And loyal to thy land, as this to thee— Bear witness, that rememberable day, When, pale as yet, and fever-worn, the Prince Who scarce had plucked his flickering life again From halfway down…
The wind, that beats the mountain, blows More softly round the open wold, And gently comes the world to those That are cast in gentle mould. And me this knowledge bolder made, Or else I had not…
Illyrian woodlands, echoing fallsOf water, sheets of summer glass,The long divine Peneian pass,The vast Akrokeraunian walls, Tomohrit, Athos, all things fair,With such a pencil, such a pen,You shadow forth to distant men,I read and felt that I was there: And…
I wish I were as in the years of oldWhile yet the blessed daylight made itselfRuddy thro’ both the roofs of sight, and wokeThese eyes, now dull, but then so keen to seekThe meanings ambush’d under all they saw,The flight…
Old fitz who from your suburb grange, Where once I tarried for a while,Glance at the wheeling Orb of change, And greet it with a kindly smile;Whom yet I see as there you sit Beneath your sheltering garden-tree,And while your doves…