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Mother, mother! my heart is wild, Hold me upon your bosom dear, Do not frown on your own poor chil… Death is darkly drawing near. Mother, mother! the bitter shame
Loud wind, strong wind, where art… Into the air, the viewless air, To be lost there, There am I blowing. Clear wave, swift wave, where art…
Now in the west is spread A golden bed; Great purple curtains hang around, With fiery fringes bound, And cushions, crimson red,
The love that was too poor to purc… Is rich enough to buy each noble t… That may be reached on the untirin… Of patient, strong pursuit; all th… Honest, and brave, and most adorns…
Before my senses or my soul awake, Sorrow begins to stir within my he… Keen anguish dawns before the day… Ere fluttering birds chirp faintly… A bat-like terror flaps above my b…
My sun went down at noon to-day, O Sorrow! For in thine eyes My sun doth rise; Then, Love, I pray,
I cannot sleep for thinking of thy… Which thrusts itself between the d… Scaring my rest. Oh, for Heaven’s… Haunt me not with this speechless… What could I do that I have left…
By the pure spring, whose haunted… Through thy sequestered dell unto… At sunny noon, I will appear to t… Not troubling the still fount with… As when I last took leave of it,…
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…
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…
Whatever else I see, I still see… I shut my eyes to see nought else…
A BRITISH TRANSPORT… A BALLAD. As well as I am able, I’ll relate… And I trust, sirs, you’ll excuse… I’ve lived a hard and wandering li…
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…
I know a maiden with a laughing fa… And springing feet like wings;—the… Forth from the radiant dancing of… Is full of mischievous and mirthfu… I know a maiden you might scarce t…
The voice of childhood blessed me’… It sounded like a solemn echo caug… Out of that world of light where a… And sainted souls, who’ve bid this… Over the tempest rising in my brea…