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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…
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…
But to be still! oh, but to cease… The panting breath and hurrying st… The sights, the sounds, the strugg… Of hourly being; the sharp, biting… Of action, fretting on the tighten…
Genius and Love together stood At break of day beside clear fount… In gardens hedged with laurel wood… Screened by a wall of purple mount… As hand in hand they smiling stray…
Good night! from music’s softest s… Go to thy dreams: and in thy slumb… Fairies, with magic harp and shell… Sing o’er to thee thy own sweet nu… Good night! from hope’s intense de…
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…
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…
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…
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…
Whene’er I recollect the happy ti… When you and I held converse dear… There come a thousand thoughts of… Of early blossoms, and the fresh y… Your memory lives for ever in my m…
A bitter cheat!'and here at leng… And thou and I, who were to one a… More closely knit than brother is… Shall not be even as two common fr… Never again in our two hearts may…
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…
Youth with swift feet walks onward… The land of joy lies all before hi… Age, stumbling, lingers slower day… Still looking back, for it behind…
Written among the Ruins of the So… Thou who within thyself dost not b… Ruins as great as these, though no… Canst scarce through life have tra… Or lack’st the spirit of a pilgrim…
Death and I, On a hill so high, Stood side by side: And we saw below, Running to and fro,