Lady, whom my belovèd loves so wel… When on his clasping arm thy head… When on thy lips his ardent kisses… And the bright flood of burning li… In his dark eyes, is pourèd into t…

How passing sad! Listen, it sings… Art thou a spirit that, amongst th… The livelong night dost chant that… Making wan Dian stoop her silver… Out of the clouds to hear thee? wh…

She has gone down! Woe for the wo… Its weary workers! gazing from afa… At the clear rising of that hopefu… Star of redemption to each weeping… Of pow’r decrepit, and of rule out…

What was thine errand here? Thy beauty was more exquisite than… That from this marrèd earth Takes its imperfect birth. It was a radiant heavenly beauty,…

Oh, serious eyes! how is it that t… The burning rays, that mine pour i… Still find ye cold, and dead, and… Oh, lifeless eyes! can ye not answ… Oh, lips! whereon mine own so ofte…

SUGGESTED BY SIR THO… Not in our dreams, not even in our… Not in our dreams, not even in our… May we return to that sweet land o… That home of hope, of innocence, a…

The water has flowed forth a year, Since, sitting by the fountain’s s… We looked into the basin clear, Where sparkles still the gushing t… And watched the crystal current po…

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…

Short was the season of our interc… And born, it seem’d, of wayward ac… Yet ne’er before was friendship’s… More sorely needed, or more kindly… The wand’ring winds, that seem no…

’Tis only the nightingale’s warble… That floats through the evening sk… With his note of love, he replies… To the muezzin’s holy cry; As it sweetly sounds on the rosy a…

Terrible music, whose strange utte… Seemed like the spell of some drea… Motionless misery, impotent despai… With beckoning visions of things d… Restless desire, sharp poignant ag…

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…

THE FIRST SNOW MOUNT… Look, love, to yonder mountain’s b… Seest thou that beckoning hand of… Stern Winter dares no farther com… But waves me towards his northern…

Thou shalt behold it once, and onc… Thou may’st possess it—Love shall… Impossible and glorious, palpable… And with the bliss thy soul awhile… When from that trance thou wakest,…

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…