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Slow Time, that carrieth such a m… From every stage and hostel of the… Do you not weary of the endless ro… And ask how long Life’s journeyin… Still growing burden on your patie…
I found, and plucked, an autumn-bl… And shut my eyes, and scented all… When lo! as in the month the black… Lambs 'gan to bleat, and merle and… Flower of my life! inestimably dea…
‘Why am I deemed an enemy of men Who would beyond Life’s limit lif… If they believe that they will liv… How can it be that I have done th… Is it not I who rout the Winter s…
Now bury with the dead years confl… And with fresh days let all begin… Why longer amid shrivelled leaf-dr… When buds are swelling, flower-she… Seen through the vista of the vani…
Love, that all men think they know… Is a rare guest here below; But with mortals when it stays, These are its unerring ways. Love builds secret, half afraid,
In the city of Darmstadt, the Sab… Shone over the broad Cathedral Sq… And to nobly, richly, and lowly bo… The belfry carilloned call to pray… Then banker, and burgher, and lear…
LEAVE me a little while alone, Here at his grave that still is st… With crumbling flower and wreath; The laughing rivulet leaps and fal… The thrush exults, the cuckoo call…
The Spring-time, O the Spring-ti… Who does not know it well? When the little birds begin to bui… And the buds begin to swell. When the sun with the clouds plays…
Think you that I will drain the d… I who have quaffed the sweetness o… Now by the steadfast burning stars… Better to faint of thirst than thu… What! shall we twain who saw love’…
Beyond the pasture’s withered bent… Upstanding hop, recumbent fleece, And sheaves of wheat, like weather… A twilight bivouac of peace.
‘What ails you, Sister Erin, that… Is, like your mountains, still bed… As though some ancient sorrow or d… Some unforgettable wrong from far-… Done to your name or wreaked upon…
Good-night! Now dwindle wan and l… The embers of the afterglow, And slowly over leaf and lawn Is twilight’s dewy curtain drawn. The slouching vixen leaves her lai…
‘River rolling past the grey Battlements of yesterday, Palace strongholds reared by hands Summoned from transalpine lands, Skilled in wedding strength with g…
Bend down and read-the birth, the… Born in the year that Waterloo wa… And died in this, whose days are n… But which, because a year conceive… No noble need will christen or wil…
Gentle in fibre, but of steadfast… Still to do right though right won… And fallen on evil tongues and evi… When men from plain straight duty… And, born to nobly sway, ignobly s…
