The citron groves their fruit and… Around a Moorish palace, while th… Of low sweet summer-winds, the bra… With music through their shadowy b… Music and voices, from the marble…

o They float before my soul, the fai… Which I would body forth to life… Like clouds that with their waveri… Portray majestic building—dome and…

I come, I come! ye have called me… I come o’er the mountains, with li… Ye may trace my step o’er the waki… By the winds which tell of the vio… By the primrose stars in the shado…

‘Voice of the gifted elder time! Voice of the charm and the Runic… Speak! from the shades and the dep… How Sigurd may vanquish his morta… Voice of the buried past!

Tell me no more, no more Of my soul’s lofty gifts! Are the… To quench its haunting thirst for… Have I not lov’d, and striven, an… One true heart unto me, whereon my…

The breaking waves dashed high On a stern and rock-bound coast, And the woods against a stormy sky Their giant branches tossed; And the heavy night hung dark,

Rest pilgrim, rest!-thou’rt from t… Thou’rt from the wild and wondrous… By the long-withered palm-branch i… And by the darkness of thy sunburn… Alas! the bright, the beautiful, w…

HUSH! ’tis a holy hour-the quiet… Seems like a temple, while yon sof… A faint and starry radiance, throu… And the sweet stillness, down on f… With all their clustering locks, u…

THE Sky-lark, when the dews of m… Hang tremulous on flower and thorn… And violets round his nest exhale Their fragrance on the early gale, To the first sunbeam spreads his w…

It wav’d not thro’ an Eastern sky… Beside a fount of Araby; It was not fann’d by southern bree… In some green isle of Indian seas… Nor did its graceful shadow sleep

YE nations of Europe! arising to… And scorning submission to tyranny… Oh! follow the track of my bright… Diffusing a path-way of radiance a… Dispelling the shadows of night!

DAUGHTER of th’ Italian heaven… Thou, to whom its fires are given, Joyously thy car hath roll’d Where the conqueror’s pass’d of ol… And the festal sun that shone,

‘Midst Tivoli’s luxuriant glades, Bright-foaming falls, and olive sh… Where dwelt, in days departed long… The sons of battle and of song, No tree, no shrub its foliage rear…

She sat, where on each wind that s… The citron’s breath went by, While the red gold of eventide Burn’d in th’ Italian sky. Her bower was one where daylight’s…

o How many blessed groups this hour… Through England’s primrose meadow… Towards spire and tower, 'midst sh… Whence the sweet chimes proclaim t…