Whene’er I recollect the happy ti… When you and I held converse dear… There come a thousand thoughts of… Of early blossoms, and the fresh y… Your memory lives for ever in my m…

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,

Say thou not sadly, ‘never,’ and ‘… But from thy lips banish those fal… While life remains that which was… Again may be thine; in Time’s sto… Days, hours, and moments, that hav…

Raise it to Heaven, when thine ey… For only in a watery sky appears The bow of light; and from th’ inv… Hope’s glory shines not, save thro…

The hours are past, love, Oh, fled they not too fast, love! Those happy hours, when down the m… We saw the rosy mists of morning g… And hand in hand, went forth upon…

Now in the west is spread A golden bed; Great purple curtains hang around, With fiery fringes bound, And cushions, crimson red,

Early in life, when hope seems pro… And strong desire can sometimes mo… My dream was of thy shores, O Ita… Of thy blue deep, that even for a… Will not forsake its spicy pine-gi…

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…

Through the half-open’d casement s… Of the departing sun. The golden… Of the red western sky fell warm a… Into that chamber large and lone:… Touch’d slantingly curtain and cou…

I stand where thou hast stood, and… Each look, each word, each gesture… That marked thy speech, or lighten… And memory makes them o’er and o’e… I dream I hear thy voice—I start,…

When we first met, dark wintry ski… And the wild winds sang requiem to… But thou, in all thy beauty’s prid… And my young heart knew hope witho… When we last parted, summer suns w…

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…

WHO WROTE UNDER MY L… Whence should they come, lady! tho… That thy fair hand and gentle hear… Upon my head? Alas! such do not r… On any, of the many, who with sigh…

The waterfall is calling me With its merry gleesome flow, And the green boughs are beckoning… To where the wild flowers grow: I may not go, I may not go,

When the glad sun looks smiling fr… Upon each shadowy glen, and sunny… And that you tread those well-know… Have strayed with you, do not forg… When the warm hearth throws its br…