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Hearth warm as summer, fresh as spring,Gracious as autumn’s harvesting,Pure as the winter’s snows; as whiteA hand as lilies in sunlight;Eyes glorious as a midnight star;Hair shining as the chestnuts are;A step firm and majestical;A voice singing and musical;A soft…
I gather thyme upon the sunny hills, And its pure fragrance ever gladdens me, And in my mind having tranquillityI smile to see how my green basket fills.And by clear streams I gather daffodils; And in dim woods find out…
I love one and he loveth me:Who sayeth this? who deemeth this?And is this thought a cause of bliss, Or source of misery?The loved may die, or he may change:And if he die thou art bereft;Or if he alter nought…
Now the pain beginneth and the word is spoken;—Hark unto the tolling of the churchyard chime!—Once my heart was gladsome, now my heart is broken,—Once my love was noble, now it is a crime. But the fear is over; yea,…
Love, whom I have loved too well,Turn thy face away from me,For I heed nor heaven nor hellWhile mine eyes can look on theeDo not answer, do not speak,For thy voice can make me weak. I must choose ‘twixt God…
Cheerry-Red her mouth was, Morning-blue her eye,Lady-slim her little waist Rounded prettily; And her sweet smile of gladness Made every heart rejoice :But sweeter even than her smile The tones were of her voice.Sometimes she spoke, sometimes she sang; And…
Rest, rest; the troubled breast Panteth evermore for rest:— Be it sleep or be it death, Rest is all it coveteth.Tell me, dost thou remember the old time We sat together by that sunny stream,And dreamed our happiness was too…
Oh would that I were very far away Among the lanes, with hedges all around, Happily listening to the dreamy soundOf distant sheep-bells, smelling the new hayAnd all the wild flowers scattered in my way: Or would that I were…
“Who art thou that comest with a steadfast faceThrough the hushed arena to the buryingplace?”“I am one whose footprints marked upon the sandCry in blood for vengeance on a guilty land.” “How are these thy garments white as whitest snowThough…
O rose, thou flower of flowers, thou fragrant wonder, Who shall describe thee in thy ruddy prime, Thy perfect fullness in the summertime,When the pale leaves blushingly part asunderAnd show the warm red heart lies glowing under? Thou shouldst bloom…