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…

I am alone’€”oh be thou near to me… Great God! from whom the meanest… Not in presumption of the daring s… Striving to find the secrets of it… Make I my weeping prayer; in the…

Flying leaves the wild Spring sca… From the silver blossomed trees, Let them fall’€”it little matters; Fresh-born buds will greet each br… Flying leaves, grim Winter strewi…

Thou little star, that in the purp… Hang’st, like a dewdrop, in a viol… First gem of evening, glittering o… ‘Mid whose dark folds the day lies… As through my tears my soul looks…

I would I might be with thee, whe… Begins to wane, and that thou walk… Upon the rocky strand, whilst loud… The autumn wind sings, from his cl… Wild requiems for the summer that…

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…

With these two kisses on thine eye… I melt thy sleep away’€”arise! For look, my love, Phœbus his go… Hath laid upon the white mane of t… And springing from the fresh brine…

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…

I heard youth’s silver clarion cal… And looking forth beheld his flowe… Framed in his shining helmet as he… Sheathed in white armour, full of… Watching the coming of a threat’ni…

The merriest time of all the year Is the time when the leaves begin… When the chestnut-trees turn yello… And the flowers are withering one… When the thick green sward is grow…

The golden hinges of the year have… Spring, and the summer, and the ha… Have come, and gone; and on the th… The withered Winter, stretching f… To take my rose from me;—which he…

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…

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…

Silence instead of thy sweet song,… Which through the darkness of my w… Warbling of summer sunshine still… Mute is thy song, and vacant is th… The spring comes back again, the f…