Time beckons on the hours: the exp… Already feels old Winter’s icy br… As with cold hands he scatters on… The faded glories of her autumn wr… As fleetly as the summer’s sunshin…

Never, oh never more! shall I beh… Thy form so fair; Or loosen from its braids the ripp… Of thy long hair. Never, oh never more! shall I be…

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,

Could I be sure that I should die The moment you had ceased to love… I would not turn so fearfully From those fond vows with which yo… Could I be sure, when passion’s l…

Life wanes, and the bright sunligh… Sets o’er the mountain-tops, where… O Innocence! O Trustfulness! O… Where are ye all, white-handed sis… Who with me on my way did walk alo…

If in thy heart the spring of joy… All beauteous things, being reflec… Most beautiful and joyful do appea… But if that treasure hath been fro… If emptiness, and darkness, in thy…

Night in her dark array Steals o’er the ocean, And with departed day Hushed seems its motion. Slowly o’er yon blue coast

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.

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,…

One river from the mountain spring… Into three several streams its cou… For one a royal path was made; it… Sheltered and screened, through ch… A noble flood, a bounteous, beaute…

Blaspheme not thou thy sacred life… O’er joys that God hath for a sea… Perchance to try thy spirit, and i… Effeminate soul and base! weakly t… There lies no desert in the land o…

‘Poeta volontieri Parlerei a que’ duo che’ insieme v… E pajon si al vento esser leggieri… Dell’ Inferno, Canto . Seer of the triple realm invisible…

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…

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…

WHO WROTE UNDER MY L… Whence should they come, lady! tho… That thy fair hand and gentle hear… Upon my head? Alas! such do not r… On any, of the many, who with sigh…