Take not the Gods to task, for th… When they refuse no less than when… Thou canst but know, with all thy… What is thy whim, but never what t… Did they, to smite thine importuni…

Behind the curtain, With glance uncertain, Peeps pet Florence as I gaily rid… Half demurely, But, though purely,

O beautiful bright world! for ever… And now with Wisdom grafted on th… Why do they slander thee with wail… And lose the wealth of thy long ha… Why do they say that thou art old…

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’…

There was a snow-white lily Grew by a cottage door: Such a white and wonderful lily Never was seen before. The earth and the ether brought it

‘In the depth of Night, on the he… Would you know where I rest or ro… In vain will you search, for I no… And the Universe is my home. ’When you think to descry on the c…

‘The smiling slopes with olive gro… Now darkly green, now, as the bree… Spectral and white, as though the… With elfin branches laced with gos… And then so faint, the eye could s…

Poet! in other lands, when Spring… Gleams o’er the grass, nor in the… Plays at being lost and laughs to… And blooms lie wilted on the orcha… Then the sweet birds that from Æge…

Where Apennine slopes unto Tuscan… And breaks into dimples, and laugh… To see where the terrors of Winte… And out of a valley of grape and g… There blossoms a City of domes an…

Spring came out of the woodland ch… With her violet eyes and her primr… With an iris scarf for her sole ap… And a voice as blithe as a blackbi… As she flitted by garth and slippe…

Heaven strews the earth with snow, That neither friend nor foe May break the sleep of the fast-dy… A world arrayed in white, Late dawns, and shrouded light,

Why should we lodge in marble or i… Spirits more vast than earth, or s… Wiser the silent worshipper that c… Their words for wisdom that will n… Unto the favourite of the passing…

Had you but shown me living what y… Now I am gone, to keep my grave-p… And I but known what vainly now I… Lying here alone, how happy had I… If you with smiles had gladdened o…

There! once again I stand on home… Though round me still there swirls… Leaping athwart the vessel’s track To bid a wanderer welcome back, And though as yet through softenin…

Hark! Spring is coming. Her heral… Cuckoo! The air resounds and the woodland… Cuckoo! Cuckoo! Leave the milking pail and the man…