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On the lone waters’ shore Wander I yet; Brooding those moments o’er I should forget. Till the broad foaming surge
Now in the west is spread A golden bed; Great purple curtains hang around, With fiery fringes bound, And cushions, crimson red,
Death and I, On a hill so high, Stood side by side: And we saw below, Running to and fro,
Thou art like the bird that alight… Though the frail spray bends—for h…
The Lord’s son stood at the clear… The May on the other side, ‘And stretch me your lily hand,’ h… ‘For I must mount and ride. ’And waft me a kiss across the bro…
Let me not die for ever! when I’m… To the cold earth; but let my memo… Live like the gorgeous western lig… Over the clouds where sank day’s m… Let me not be forgotten! though th…
Struggle not with thy life!—the he… Resist not, it will bow thee like… Strive not! thou shalt not conquer… Thou shalt go crushed, and ground,… Complain not of thy life!—for what…
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…
Shelter and succour such as common… Afford the weaker partners of thei… Have I derived from thee’from the… And powerful genius! whose sublime… Still from thy grave governs each…
O child! who to this evil world ar… Led by the unseen hand of Him who… Welcome unto this dungeon-house, t… Welcome to all the woe this life a… Upon thy forehead yet the badge of…
I saw him on his throne, far in th… Him ye call Winter, picturing him… An aged man, whose frame, with pal… Bends o’er the fiery element, his… But he I saw was a young god, who…
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…
Thou comest not in sober guise, In mellow cloak of russet clad— Thine are no melancholy skies, Nor hueless flowers pale and sad; But, like an emperor, triumphing,
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…
I stand where thou hast stood, and… Each look, each word, each gesture… That marked thy speech, or lighten… And memory makes them o’er and o’e… I dream I hear thy voice—I start,…
