#English #Women
When in my dreams thy lovely face, Smiles with unwonted tender grace, Grudge not the precious seldom che… I know full well, my lady dear! It is no boon of thine.
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 know a maiden with a laughing fa… And springing feet like wings;—the… Forth from the radiant dancing of… Is full of mischievous and mirthfu… I know a maiden you might scarce t…
Are they indeed the bitterest tear… Those we let fall over the silent… Can our thoughts image forth no da… Than that which wraps us in the pe… Whom have ye laid beneath that mos…
I saw one whom I love more than m… Stand on a perilous edge of slippe… Under her feet the waters’ furious… And all around the thunder of thei… She stood and smiled, while terror…
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,…
What shall I do with all the days… That must be counted ere I see th… How shall I charm the interval th… Between this time and that sweet t… Shall I in slumber steep each wea…
Merciful spirit! who thy bright th… Hast left, to wander through this… With me, poor child of sin!'Ang… Whose guardian wings hung o’er me… And who still walk’st unwearied by…
Lady, whom my beloved loves so wel… When on his clasping arm thy head… When on thy lips his ardent kisses… And the bright flood of burning li… In his dark eyes, is poured into t…
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…
Once more, once more into the sunn… Oh, let me stray! And drink the joy that young exist… On a bright, cloudless day. Once more let me behold the summer…
Oft let me wander hand in hand wit… In woodland paths, and lone seques… What time the sunny banks and moss… With dewy wreaths of early violets… Into the air their fragrant incens…
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…
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…
Thou little star, that in the purp… Hang’st, like a dewdrop, in a viol… First gem of evening, glittering o… ‘Mid whose dark folds the day lies… As through my tears my soul looks…