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I.The keen stars were twinkling,And the fair moon was rising among them,Dear Jane.The guitar was tinkling,But the notes were not sweet till you sung themAgain. II.As the moon’s soft splendourO’er the faint cold starlight of HeavenIs thrown,So your voice most…
As the sunrise to the night,As the north wind to the clouds,As the earthquake’s fiery flight,Ruining mountain solitudes,Everlasting Italy,Be those hopes and fears on thee.
I.Bear witness, Erin! when thine injured isleSees summer on its verdant pastures smile,Its cornfields waving in the winds that sweepThe billowy surface of thy circling deep!Thou tree whose shadow o’er the Atlantic gavePeace, wealth and beauty, to its friendly wave,…
I love thee, Baby! for thine own sweet sake;Those azure eyes, that faintly dimpled cheek,Thy tender frame, so eloquently weak,Love in the sternest heart of hate might wake;But more when o’er thy fitful slumber bendingThy mother folds thee to her…
It is not blasphemy to hope that HeavenMore perfectly will give those nameless joysWhich throb within the pulses of the bloodAnd sweeten all that bitterness which EarthInfuses in the heaven-born soul. O thouWhose dear love gleamed upon the gloomy pathWhich…
Thy look of love has power to calm The stormiest passion of my soul;Thy gentle words are drops of balm In life’s too bitter bowl;No grief is mine, but that aloneThese choicest blessings I have known.Harriet! if all who long…
I.Madonna, wherefore hast thou sent to meSweet-basil and mignonette?Embleming love and health, which never yetIn the same wreath might be.Alas, and they are wet!Is it with thy kisses or thy tears?For never rain or dewSuch fragrance drewFrom plant or flower—the…
I.The serpent is shut out from Paradise.The wounded deer must seek the herb no moreIn which its heart-cure lies:The widowed dove must cease to haunt a bowerLike that from which its mate with feigned sighsFled in the April hour.I too…
Death! where is thy victory?To triumph whilst I die,To triumph whilst thine ebon wingEnfolds my shuddering soul?O Death! where is thy sting?Not when the tides of murder roll,When nations groan, that kings may bask in bliss,Death! canst thou boast a…
I.Thus to be lost and thus to sink and die,Perchance were death indeed!—Constantia, turn!In thy dark eyes a power like light doth lie,Even though the sounds which were thy voice, which burnBetween thy lips, are laid to sleep;Within thy breath,…