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Say, what is the spell, when her fledgelings are cheeping,That lures the bird home to her nest?Or wakes the tired mother, whose infant is weeping,To cuddle and croon it to rest?What the magic that charms the glad babe in her…
Puck has fled the haunts of men:Ridicule has made him wary:In the woods, and down the glen,No one meets a Fairy! “Cream!” the greedy Goblin cries—Empties the deserted dairy—Steals the spoons, and off he flies.Still we seek our Fairy! Ah!…
Our Latin books, in motley row,Invite us to our task—Gay Horace, stately Cicero:Yet there’s one verb, when once we know,No higher skill we ask:This ranks all other lore above—We’ve learned “‘Amare‘ means ‘to love‘!” So, hour by hour, from flower…
The night creeps onward, sad and slow:In these red embers’ dying glowThe forms of Fancy come and go. An island-farm—broad seas of cornStirred by the wandering breath of morn—The happy spot where I was born. The picture fadeth in its…
I stood within the gateOf a great temple, ‘mid the living streamOf worshipers that thronged its regal stateFair-pictured in my dream. Jewels and gold were there;And floors of marble lent a crystal sheenTo body forth, as in a lower air,The…
See! There are tears upon her face—Tears newly shed, and scarcely dried:Close, in an agonised embrace,She clasps the infant at her side. Peace dwells in those soft-lidded eyes,Those parted lips that faintly smile—Peace, the foretaste of Paradise,In heart too young…
‘Only a woman’s hair’! Fling it aside!A bubble on Life’s mighty stream:Heed it not, man, but watch the broadening tideBright with the western beam. Nay! In those words there rings from other yearsThe echo of a long low cry,Where a…
The morn was bright, the steeds were light,The wedding guests were gay:Young Ellen stood within the woodAnd watched them pass away.She scarcely saw the gallant train:The tear-drop dimmed her ee:Unheard the maiden did complainBeneath the Willow-Tree. “Oh Robin, thou didst…
The light was faint, and soft the airThat breathed around the place;And she was lithe, and tall, and fair,And with a wayward graceHer queenly head she bare. With glowing cheek, with gleaming eye,She met me on the way:My spirit owned…
In her eyes is the living lightOf a wanderer to earthFrom a far celestial height:Summers five are all the span—Summers five since Time beganTo veil in mists of human nightA shining angel-birth. Does an angel look from her eyes?Will she…