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No breath of air to break the waveThat rolls below the Athenian’s grave,That tomb which, gleaming o’er the cliffFirst greets the homeward-veering skiffHigh o’er the land he saved in vain;When shall such Hero live again? Fair clime! where every season…
In moments to delight devoted,‘My life!’ with tenderest tone you cry;Dear words! on which my heart had doted,If youth could neither fade nor die. To death even hours like these must roll,Ah! then repeat those accents never;Or change ‘my life!’…
Thy cheek is pale with thought, but not from woe, And yet so lovely, that if Mirth could flush Its rose of whiteness with the brightest blush, My heart would wish away that ruder glow: And dazzle…
When, from the heart where Sorrow sits,Her dusky shadow mounts too high,And o’er the changing aspect flits,And clouds the brow, or fills the eye;Heed not that gloom, which soon shall sink:My thoughts their dungeon know too well;Back to my breast…
Remember him, whom Passion’s powerSeverely deeply vainly proved:Remember thou that dangerous hour,When neither fell, though both were loved. That yielding breast, that melting eye,Too much invited to be blessed:That gentle prayer, that pleading sigh,The wilder wish reproved, repressed. Oh! let…
“And my true faith can alter never,Though thou art gone perhaps for ever.” 1. And “thy true faith can alter never?”—Indeed it lasted for a—week!I know the length of Love’s forever,And just expected such a freak.In peace we met, in…
The ‘Origin of Love!’–Ah whyThat cruel question ask of me,When thou may’st read in many an eyeHe starts to life on seeing thee? And should’st thou seek his end to know:My heart forebodes, my fears foreseeHe’ll linger long in silent…
Thou art not false, but thou art fickle,To those thyself so fondly sought;The tears that thou hast forced to trickleAre doubly bitter from that thought:‘Tis this which breaks the heart thou grievestToo well thou lov’st – too soon thou leavest.…
Time, Time, who choosestAll in the end well;Who severely refusestFames upon trumpets blownLoud for a day, and aloneMakest truth to excel: Shadow of God, slowlyGathering words, longScorned, to make them holy,And deeds like stars brightThat none perceived in the light,Lifting…
Remember thee! remember thee!Till Lethe quench life’s burning streamRemorse and shame shall cling to thee,And haunt thee like a feverish dream! Remember thee! Aye, doubt it not.Thy husband too shall think of thee:By neither shalt thou be forgot,Thou false to…