#EnglishWriters
I found a flower in a desolate plo… Where no man wrought,—by a deserte… Where no man dwelt; a strange, dar… Black heavy buds on a pale leafles… I pluck’d it, wondering, and with…
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…
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,
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…
Pour we libations to the father,… And bid him watch propitious o’er… Pile on the household altar fragra… And to th’ auspicious Lares bid f… Beneath whose guardianship we have…
I saw him on his throne, far in th… Him ye call Winter, picturing him… An aged man, whose frame, with pal… Bends o’er the fiery element, his… But he I saw was a young god, who…
Farewell awhile, beautiful Italy! My lonely bark is launched upon th… That clasps thy shore, and the sof… Breathes from thy coast, and fills… Ere morning dawn, a colder breeze…
You say you’re glad I write—oh, s… My fount of song, dear friend, ’s… And when the numbers freely from i… ’Tis that my heart, and eyes, o’er… Castalia, fam’d of yore,—the sprin…
I know that thou wilt read what he… And yet not know that it is writ f… To this cold page I have entruste… Which tells thee all, and yet is t… For oh! this paper is not like my…
Dear, yet forbidden thoughts, that… While shines the weary sun, with s… I drive away; why, when my spirits… Shrouded in the cold sleep of mise… Do ye return, to mock me with fals…
Let me not die for ever! when I’m… In the cold earth; but let my memo… Live still among ye, like the even… That o’er the sinking day steals p… Let me not be forgotten! though th…
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…
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…
Could I be sure that I should die The moment you had ceased to love… I would not turn so fearfully From those fond vows with which yo… Could I be sure, when passion’s l…
Nay, let the Past be past, nor st… From the dim backward vista of our… To bring departed pleasures here a… In youth’s fresh morning light and… And brooding golden mist let them…
