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At the midnight in the silence of the sleep-time,When you set your fancies free,Will they pass to where—by death, fools think, imprisoned—Low he lies who once so loved you, whom you loved so,—Pity me? Oh to love so, be so…
I. Where the quiet-coloured end of evening smiles,Miles and milesOn the solitary pastures where our sheepHalf-asleepTinkle homeward thro’ the twilight, stray or stopAs they crop—Was the site once of a city great and gay,(So they say)Of our country’s very capital,…
IOh Galuppi, Baldassaro, this is very sad to find!I can hardly misconceive you; it would prove me deaf and blind;But although I take your meaning, ’tis with such a heavy mind! IIHere you come with your old music, and here’s…
The year’s at the spring,And day’s at the morn;Morning’s at seven;The hill-side’s dew-pearled;The lark’s on the wing;The snail’s on the thorn;God’s in his Heaven—All’s right with the world!
I. June was not over Though past the fall, And the best of her roses Had yet to blow, When a man I know (But shall not discover, Since ears are dull, And time discloses)Turned him and said with a…
Escape me?Never—Beloved!While I am I, and you are you,So long as the world contains us both,Me the loving and you the loth,While the one eludes, must the other pursue.My life is a fault at last, I fear:It seems too much…
I. I said—Then, dearest, since ’tis so,Since now at length my fate I know,Since nothing all my love avails,Since all, my life seemed meant for, fails,Since this was written and needs must be—My whole heart rises up to blessYour name…
O the old wall here! How I could passLife in a long midsummer day,My feet confined to a plot of grass,My eyes from a wall not once away! And lush and lithe do the creepers clotheYon wall I watch, with…
“Why?” Because all I haply can and do,All that I am now, all I hope to be,—Whence comes it save from fortune setting freeBody and soul the purpose to pursue,God traced for both? If fetters, not a few,Of prejudice, convention,…
I. I dream of a red-rose tree.And which of its roses threeIs the dearest rose to me? II. Round and round, like a dance of snowIn a dazzling drift, as its guardians, goFloating the women faded for ages,Sculptured in stone,…