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Two things remain unalter’d in thi… Tho’ since I came here forty year… The smiling loveliness of Nature’… And the fine spirit of kindly, cou… That still presides here as it did…
O Rome, tremendous! who, beholdin… Shall not forget the bitterest pri… That e’er made havoc of one single… O triple crowned, by glory, faith,… Thine is the tiara which thy pries…
False Love, take hence thy roses, Give me the bitter Rue That on my heart reposes, Sorrow at least is true. Maiden so fair and pale,
Sleep, Venice, sleep! the evening… Over the waves that rock thee on t… The bugle blare to kennel calls th… Who sleepless watch thy waking and… Sleep till the night stars do the…
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 make not light of love, my lady… For, from that sweetest source dot… All that is likest heaven on earth… Ill it beseems who worthiest love… To scoff at their own worship;—if…
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…
I would I knew the lady of thy he… She whom thou lov’st, perchance, a… She unto whom thy thoughts and wis… Those thoughts, in which, alas! I… Oh, I have sat and sighed, thinki…
Away, away! bear me away, away, Into the boundless void, thou migh… That rushest on thy midnight way, And leav’st this weary world, far,… Away, away! bear me away, away,
Art thou already weary of the way? Thou who hast yet but half the way… Get up, and lift thy burthen: lo,… Thy feet the road goes stretching… If thou already faint, who hast bu…
Beside a well-reap’d field at Eve… One laid him down to rest who’d wa… And fought and wounded been in Li… ‘These have done well their work,’… ‘But on mine armour blots of earth…
I planted in my heart one seed of… Water’d with tears and watch’d wit… It grew’and when I look’d that… A gracious tree’and blessed harv… Blossom nor fruit was there to cro…
A BRITISH TRANSPORT… A BALLAD. As well as I am able, I’ll relate… And I trust, sirs, you’ll excuse… I’ve lived a hard and wandering li…
Now in the west is spread A golden bed; Great purple curtains hang around, With fiery fringes bound, And cushions, crimson red,
The monsters of the deep do roar, And their huge manes upon the shor… Plunge headlong, with a thundering… That shakes the hollow-hearted gro… And yet, amidst this din I hear
