#English #Women
Early in life, when hope seems pro… And strong desire can sometimes mo… My dream was of thy shores, O Ita… Of thy blue deep, that even for a… Will not forsake its spicy pine-gi…
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…
Two things remain unalter’d in thi… Tho’ since I came here forty year… The smiling loveliness of Nature’… And the fine spirit of kindly, cou… That still presides here as it did…
Knowest thou not that of all human… God chooses love?—alone, that may… Upon His altar, who hath all thin… And find acceptance:—to the hand t… That precious price, the gates of…
When we first met, dark wintry ski… And the wild winds sang requiem to… But thou, in all thy beauty’s prid… And my young heart knew hope witho… When we last parted, summer suns w…
Too bright the glance your wishes… Into the future’s day, Too sweet the trust on which you l… Not to give way. Oh ever in this treacherous world,
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,…
You say you’re glad I write—oh, s… My fount of song, dear friend, ’s… And when the numbers freely from i… ’Tis that my heart, and eyes, o’er… Castalia, fam’d of yore,—the sprin…
Wand’ring with thee in the delicio… What visions meet me of those far-… When all my youth’s fresh springs… Lay lock’d beneath the spell of th… Whose blood is in thy veins.—I ga…
Come fill the can again, boys, One parting glass, one parting gla… Ere we shall meet again, boys, Long years may pass, long years ma… We’ll drink the gallant bark, boys…
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…
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…
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…
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 would I knew the lady of thy he… She whom thou lov’st, perchance, a… She unto whom thy thoughts and wis… Those thoughts, in which, alas! I… Oh, I have sat and sighed, thinki…
