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Silence instead of thy sweet song,… Which through the darkness of my w… Warbling of summer sunshine still… Mute is thy song, and vacant is th… The spring comes back again, the f…
‘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…
Dear, yet forbidden thoughts, that… While shines the weary sun, with s… I drive away; why, when my spirits… Shrouded in the cold sleep of mise… Do ye return, to mock me with fals…
Through the half-open’d casement s… Of the departing sun. The golden… Of the red western sky fell warm a… Into that chamber large and lone:… Touch’d slantingly curtain and cou…
Flying leaves the wild Spring sca… From the silver blossomed trees, Let them fall’it little matters; Fresh-born buds will greet each br… Flying leaves, grim Winter strewi…
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…
When the glad sun looks smiling fr… Upon each shadowy glen, and sunny… And that you tread those well-know… Have strayed with you, do not forg… When the warm hearth throws its br…
When the dawn O’er hill and dale Throws her bright veil, Oh, think of me! When the rain
The blossoms hang again upon the t… As when with their sweet breath th… Against my casement, on that sunny… When thou, first blossom of my spr… And as I lay, panting from the fi…
Cover me with your everlasting arm… Ye guardian giants of this solitud… From the ill-sight of men, and fro… Tumultuous din of yon wild world’s… Oh, knit your mighty limbs around,…
Many a league of salt sea rolls Between us, yet I think our souls… Dear friend, are still as closely… As when we wandered side by side, Some seven years gone, in that fai…
In the great palace halls, where d… I heard a voice filling the vaulte… The heart that uttered it seemed s… And, clarion-like, it might have m… Of the dead valley start to sudden…
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…
They who go down to the relentless… After long horrible death of cold… Ere the last spark of flickering l… Give to the bitter waves that o’er… The secret of their agony to keep;
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…