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The path by which we twain did go, Which led by tracts that pleased us well, Thro’ four sweet years arose and fell,From flower to flower, from snow to snow: And we with singing cheer’d the way, And, crown’d with all the season lent, From April…
I sing to him that rests below, And, since the grasses round me wave, I take the grasses of the grave,And make them pipes whereon to blow. The traveller hears me now and then, And sometimes harshly will he speak: “This fellow would make weakness weak,And…
The lesser griefs that may be said, That breathe a thousand tender vows, Are but as servants in a houseWhere lies the master newly dead; Who speak their feeling as it is, And weep the fulness from the mind: “It will be hard,” they say,…
The Danube to the Severn gave The darken’d heart that beat no more; They laid him by the pleasant shore,And in the hearing of the wave. There twice a day the Severn fills; The salt sea-water passes by, And hushes half the babbling Wye,And…
‘Tis well; ’tis something; we may stand Where he in English earth is laid, And from his ashes may be madeThe violet of his native land. ‘Tis little; but it looks in truth As if the quiet bones were blest Among familiar names to…
Thou comest, much wept for: such a breeze Compell’d thy canvas, and my prayer Was as the whisper of an airTo breathe thee over lonely seas. For I in spirit saw thee move Thro’ circles of the bounding sky, Week after week: the days go…
What words are these have fall’n from me? Can calm despair and wild unrest Be tenants of a single breast,Or sorrow such a changeling be? Or doth she only seem to take The touch of change in calm or storm; But knows no more…
To-night the winds begin to rise And roar from yonder dropping day: The last red leaf is whirl’d away,The rooks are blown about the skies; The forest crack’d, the waters curl’d, The cattle huddled on the lea; And wildly dash’d on tower and treeThe…
If one should bring me this report, That thou hadst touch’d the land to-day, And I went down unto the quay,And found thee lying in the port; And standing, muffled round with woe, Should see thy passengers in rank Come stepping lightly down the plank,And…
Tears of the widower, when he sees A late-lost form that sleep reveals, And moves his doubtful arms, and feelsHer place is empty, fall like these; Which weep a loss for ever new, A void where heart on heart reposed; And, where warm hands have prest and closed,Silence, till I…