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Never the time and the placeAnd the loved one all together!This path—how soft to pace!This May—what magic weather!Where is the loved one’s face?In a dream that loved one’s face meets mine,But the house is narrow, the place is bleakWhere, outside,…
Christ God who savest man, save mostOf men Count Gismond who saved me!Count Gauthier, when he chose his post,Chose time and place and companyTo suit it; when he struck at lengthMy honour, ’twas with all his strength. II. And doubtlessly…
I. She should never have looked at meIf she meant I should not love her!There are plenty . . . men, you call such,I suppose . . . she may discoverAll her soul to, if she pleases,And yet leave much…
I. All’s over, then: does truth sound bitterAs one at first believes?Hark, ’tis the sparrows’ good-night twitterAbout your cottage eaves! II. And the leaf-buds on the vine are woolly,I noticed that, to-day;One day more bursts them open fully—-You know the…
‘We shall soon lose a celebrated building.’—Paris Newspaper—. No, for I’ll save it! Seven years sinceI passed through Paris, stopped a dayTo see the baptism of your Prince,Saw, made my bow, and went my way:Walking the heat and headache off,I…
I’ve a Friend, over the sea;I like him, but he loves me.It all grew out of the books I write;They find such favour in his sightThat he slaughters you with savage looksBecause you don’t admire my books.He does himself though,—-and…
Out of your whole life give but a moment!All of your life that has gone before,All to come after it,—so you ignore,So you make perfect the present, condense,In a rapture of rage, for perfection’s endowment,Thought and feeling and soul and…
FAME. See, as the prettiest graves will do in time,Our poet’s wants the freshness of its prime;Spite of the sexton’s browsing horse, the sodsHave struggled through its binding osier rods;Headstone and half-sunk footstone lean awry,Wanting the brick-work promised by-and-by;How the…
Boot, saddle, to horse, and away!Rescue my Castle, before the hot dayBrightens the blue from its silvery grey, (Chorus) “Boot, saddle, to horse, and away!” Ride past the suburbs, asleep as you’d say;Many’s the friend there, will listen and pray“God’s…
PIANO DI SORRENTO Fort, Fort, my beloved one,Sit here by my side,On my knees put up both little feet!I was sure, if I tried,I could make you laugh spite of Scirocco.Now, open your eyes,Let me keep you amused till he…