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Thou poisonous laurel leaf, that i… Of life, which I am doomed to til… Spring’st like a noisome weed! I… For thee, and yet thou still com’s… My plot of earth with thy unwelcom…
Is it a sin, to wish that I may m… In that dim world whither our spir… When sleep and darkness follow lif… Is it a sin, that there my voice s… With all that love that I must di…
Let us stay here: nor ever more de… From this sweet wilderness Nature… Have made, not for light wandering… Through their fair chaos half one… But for th’ abiding place of those…
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
WHO FELL FROM A PRECI… What said to thee those angels ter… Whose sudden pinions swept thee fr… When o’er us all the awful horror… That turned thy mid-day sunshine i…
Three windows cheerfully poured in… One from the east, where o’er the… The sun first rose on the great R… And shining o’er the garden, with… Vine-trellises, and heaps of rosy…
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,
If I miscount the hours, blame Lo… Who makes the time when you are ne… Short as the vision of a vanishing… When you are far—long as eternity.
ON GIVING A FRIEND A CRO… We should each other’s crosses hel… Yet I, dear friend, lay this upon… Would Heaven, indulgent, hear my… No heavier one should ever on it r…
Oft, when my lips I open to rehea… Thy wondrous spells of wisdom and… And that my voice and thy immortal… On listening ears and hearts I mi… I shrink dismayed—and awful doth a…
The end is come: in thunder and wi… Autumn has stormed the golden hous… She going—lingers yet—sweet glance… Of kind farewell upon the land she… And leaves. No more the sunny lan…
One after one, the shield, the swo… The panoply that I was wont to we… My suit of proof, my wings that ke… These, full of trust, delivered I… When, through all time, I swore t…
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…
Poor little sprite! in that dark,… Caged by the law of man’s resistle… With thy sweet, liquid notes, by s… Compelled to minister to his delig… Whence, what art thou? art thou a…
Two angels have them in eternal ke… He that beside the deep vaults of… Stands to receive the treasures, t… And lamentation into them men cast… Forgetting that alone they hold th…