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Fallen from thy parent bough, Poor wither’d leaf, where goest th… From the mountain to the vale, From the forest to the hill I flutter, carried by the gale,
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…
BROUGHT FROM SWITZERLAN… Flower of the mountain! by the wan… Robbed of thy beauty’s short-lived… Didst thou but blow to gem the str… And bloom, to wither in the strang…
Night comes upon the earth; and fe… Arise the mighty winds, and sweep… In the full chorus of their midnig… The waste of heavy clouds, that ve… Roll like a murky scroll before th…
Terrible music, whose strange utte… Seemed like the spell of some drea… Motionless misery, impotent despai… With beckoning visions of things d… Restless desire, sharp poignant ag…
Two angels have them in eternal ke… He that beside the deep vaults of… Stands to receive the treasures, t… And lamentation into them men cast… Forgetting that alone they hold th…
‘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…
Art thou already weary of the way? Thou who hast yet but half the way… Get up, and lift thy burthen: lo,… Thy feet the road goes stretching… If thou already faint, who hast bu…
Through Thuringia’s forest green The Landgraff rode at close of e’… Huntsmen and hounds were left behi… While following fierce a dappled h… And though the day grew thick apac…
Whatever else I see, I still see… I shut my eyes to see nought else…
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…
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…
When ’twas my hap to meet you, for… Our paths together lay—and each on… Heart to feel heart, and thought t… And our brief converse has been as… Upon a sorrowful face,—sweet—sad—a…
False Love, take hence thy roses, Give me the bitter Rue That on my heart reposes, Sorrow at least is true. Maiden so fair and pale,
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…