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For me, my friend, if not that tears did trembleIn my faint eyes, and that my heart beat fastWith feelings which make rapture pain resemble,Yet, from thy voice that falsehood starts aghast,I thank thee—let the tyrant keepHis chains and tears,…
My thoughts arise and fade in solitude,The verse that would invest them melts awayLike moonlight in the heaven of spreading day:How beautiful they were, how firm they stood,Flecking the starry sky like woven pearl!
There is a warm and gentle atmosphereAbout the form of one we love, and thusAs in a tender mist our spirits areWrapped in the of that which is to usThe health of life’s own life—
Flourishing vine, whose kindling clusters glowBeneath the autumnal sun, none taste of thee;For thou dost shroud a ruin, and belowThe rotting bones of dead antiquity.
The fierce beasts of the woods and wildernessesTrack not the steps of him who drinks of it;For the light breezes, which for ever fleetAround its margin, heap the sand thereon.
‘Tis midnight now—athwart the murky air,Dank lurid meteors shoot a livid gleam;From the dark storm-clouds flashes a fearful glare,It shows the bending oak, the roaring stream. I pondered on the woes of lost mankind,I pondered on the ceaseless rage of…
Is not to-day enough? Why do I peerInto the darkness of the day to come?Is not to-morrow even as yesterday?And will the day that follows change thy doom?Few flowers grow upon thy wintry way;And who waits for thee in that…
Such hope, as is the sick despair of good,Such fear, as is the certainty of ill,Such doubt, as is pale Expectation’s foodTurned while she tastes to poison, when the willIs powerless, and the spirit . . .
A golden-winged Angel stoodBefore the Eternal Judgement-seat:His looks were wild, and Devils’ bloodStained his dainty hands and feet.The Father and the SonKnew that strife was now begun.They knew that Satan had broken his chain,And with millions of daemons in his…
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.