Lately, when we wished good-bye Underneath a gloomy sky, ‘Bear,’ you said, ‘my love in mind… Leaving me not quite behind; And across the mountains send

Within the hollow silence of the n… I lay awake and listened. I could… Planet with punctual planet chimin… And unto star star cadencing arigh… Nor these alone: cloistered from d…

The lights of Mesolongi gleam Before me, now the day is gone; And vague as leaf on drifting stre… My keel glides on. No mellow moon, no stars arise;

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…

Will you walk with me to the brow… Whose daughter lies in the churchy… Half a mile by the winding lane, a… There you may lean o’er the gate a… Stop and talk of her girl that is…

One day as on an ass I rode, By many a twisting gully, To where once stood the famed abod… Of philosophic Tully, A shepherd lad with hat aslouch

Sadder than lark when lowering Clouds defend the sky; Sadder than wild swan pouring Death-notes ere it die; Sadder than winds imploring

Incomparable Italy, farewell! Tears not unmanly trespass to the… From thy soft touch and glance uns… Compelled to turn and suffer other… E’en as I leave thee, the materna…

Now Winter hath drifted To bygone years, And the sod is uplifted By crocus spears; And out of the hive the bee wings…

Why, rapturous bird, though shades… Muffle the leaves and swathe the l… Singest thou still with all thy mi… As though ’twere noon, as though ’… Silence darkens on vale and hill,

Joy! Free, at last, from vulgar t… No longer need my voice be dumb; And quicker far than thou canst ca… O Italy, I come! To feel me the adopted heir

Go talk to her, sweet flower, To whom I fain would talk Tell her I hour by hour Pine on my own poor stalk. Tell her that I should live

‘Roses crimson, roses white, Deadly pale or lovely blushing, Both in love with May at sight, And their maiden blood is rushing To and fro in hope to hide

‘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…

Love, wilt thou love me still when… Steals on the tresses of autumnal… When the pale rose hath perished i… And those are wrinkles that are di… Wilt thou, when this fond arm that…