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I.Wilt thou forget the happy hoursWhich we buried in Love’s sweet bowers,Heaping over their corpses coldBlossoms and leaves, instead of mould?Blossoms which were the joys that fell,And leaves, the hopes that yet remain. II.Forget the dead, the past? Oh, yetThere…
I.‘Sleep, sleep on! forget thy pain;My hand is on thy brow,My spirit on thy brain;My pity on thy heart, poor friend;And from my fingers flowThe powers of life, and like a sign,Seal thee from thine hour of woe;And brood on…
There was a little lawny isletBy anemone and violet,Like mosaic, paven:And its roof was flowers and leavesWhich the summer’s breath enweaves,Where nor sun nor showers nor breezePierce the pines and tallest trees,Each a gem engraven;—Girt by many an azure waveWith…
The stars may dissolve, and the fountain of lightMay sink into ne’er ending chaos and night,Our mansions must fall, and earth vanish away,But thy courage O Erin! may never decay. See! the wide wasting ruin extends all around,Our ancestors’ dwellings…
I.The waters are flashing,The white hail is dashing,The lightnings are glancing,The hoar-spray is dancing—Away! The whirlwind is rolling,The thunder is tolling,The forest is swinging,The minster bells ringing—Come away! The Earth is like Ocean,Wreck-strewn and in motion:Bird, beast, man and wormHave…
The fitful alternations of the rain,When the chill wind, languid as with painOf its own heavy moisture, here and thereDrives through the gray and beamless atmosphere
FROM THE ITALIAN OF DANTE. I.Ye who intelligent the Third Heaven move,Hear the discourse which is within my heart,Which cannot be declared, it seems so new.The Heaven whose course follows your power and art,Oh, gentle creatures that ye are! me…
‘What art thou, Presumptuous, who profanestThe wreath to mighty poets only due,Even whilst like a forgotten moon thou wanest?Touch not those leaves which for the eternal fewWho wander o’er the Paradise of fame,In sacred dedication ever grew:One of the crowd…
I.Ah! faint are her limbs, and her footstep is weary,Yet far must the desolate wanderer roam;Though the tempest is stern, and the mountain is dreary,She must quit at deep midnight her pitiless home.I see her swift foot dash the dew…
I.Once, early in the morning, Beelzebub arose,With care his sweet person adorning,He put on his Sunday clothes. II.He drew on a boot to hide his hoof,He drew on a glove to hide his claw,His horns were concealed by a Bras…