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But to be still! oh, but to cease… The panting breath and hurrying st… The sights, the sounds, the strugg… Of hourly being; the sharp, biting… Of action, fretting on the tighten…
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…
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…
When the bright sun back on his ye… Comes towards us, his great glory… As from the sky he pours it all ab… A golden herald, my beloved, of th… When from the south the gentle win…
If there were any power in human l… Or in th’ intensest longing of the… Then should the oceans and the lan… Ye from my sight all unprevailing… Then should the yearning of my bos…
And I Am reading, too, my book of memory… With eyelids closed, over the cres… And the blue, marbled sea, I seek… All present things forgotten, on t…
O Lesbian! if thy faith were mine… Then might I in that summer sea Seek for a slumber sound as thine, Beneath thy rock of Leucady. But though the waves, with death’s…
Spirit, bright spirit! from thy na… Answer me! answer me! oh, let me h… Thy voice, and know that thou inde… That from the bonds in which thou’… Thou hast not broken free, thou ar…
O Maria Felicia! the Painter and… Behind them in dying leave undying… The night of oblivion their memory… And their great eager souls, other… Against Death, against Time, havi…
Through Thuringia’s forest green The Landgraff rode at close of e’… Huntsmen and hounds were left behi… While following fierce a dappled h… And though the day grew thick apac…
When ’twas my hap to meet you, for… Our paths together lay—and each on… Heart to feel heart, and thought t… And our brief converse has been as… Upon a sorrowful face,—sweet—sad—a…
Upon the altar of my life there li… A costly offering: its price I kn… The worth that it might have, its… Yet it lies there, and darkness co… It has not burned towards heaven i…
Though thou return unto the former… Fields, woods, and gardens, where… In other days, and not a bough, br… Of tree, or meadow, but the same a… As when thou lovedst them in forme…
Weep’st thou to see the ruin and d… Which Time doth wreak upon earth’… Temples of gods, and palaces of ki… Weep’st thou to see them crumbling… Oh I could show thee such a woful…
WEEPING BY SHELLEY’S… Lur’d by the Siren’s summer song… The Poet fell asleep’and the fi… Shrine of the finer soul, on wings… Was borne into the air; but undern…