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It may be that the stone which tho… From off thy people’s neck shall f… It may be that the sudden flood sh… From off the rock, whence, prophet… In God’s great future, thou dost…
Once more, once more into the sunn… Oh, let me stray! And drink the joy that young exist… On a bright, cloudless day. Once more let me behold the summer…
Come down! from where the everlast… Open their rocky gates to let thee… Child of a thousand rapid running… And still lakes, where the skies t… With thy dark eyes, white feet, an…
Walking by moonlight on the golden… That binds the silver sea, I fell… Of all the wild imaginings that ma… Hath peopled heaven, and earth, an… Making fair nature’s solitary haun…
Farewell, old playmate! on thy san… My lingering feet will leave their… To thy loved side I never may ret… I pray thee, old companion, make d… For the wild spirit who so oft has…
Oh let it be where the waters are… In one crystal sheet, like the sum… Oh let it be where the sun, when r… May throw the last glance of his v… Lay me there! lay me there! and up…
With these two kisses on thine eye… I melt thy sleep away’arise! For look, my love, PhÅbus his go… Hath laid upon the white mane of t… And springing from the fresh brine…
The blossoms hang again upon the t… As when with their sweet breath th… Against my casement, on that sunny… When thou, first blossom of my spr… And as I lay, panting from the fi…
O child! who to this evil world ar… Led by the unseen hand of Him who… Welcome unto this dungeon-house, t… Welcome to all the woe this life a… Upon thy forehead yet the badge of…
Have you not heard that in some de… The Dead retain in beauty undistu… The very countenance they living w… But if forbidden yearning vainly c… To look upon the hidden face once…
The love that was too poor to purc… Is rich enough to buy each noble t… That may be reached on the untirin… Of patient, strong pursuit; all th… Honest, and brave, and most adorns…
WRITTEN AT OATLANDS. I SHALL come no more to the Ced… The fairies’ palace, beside the st… Where the yellow sun-rays at morni… Through their tresses dark, with a…
Too bright the glance your wishes… Into the future’s day, Too sweet the trust on which you l… Not to give way. Oh ever in this treacherous world,
Night in her dark array Steals o’er the ocean, And with departed day Hushed seems its motion. Slowly o’er yon blue coast
Thou little star, that in the purp… Hang’st, like a dewdrop, in a viol… First gem of evening, glittering o… ‘Mid whose dark folds the day lies… As through my tears my soul looks…
