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Farewell, fair castle! on thy lord… Firm be thy seat and proud thy sta… Soft rise the breezes from the val… Bright be the clouds that wander o… O’er the broad lands that form thy…
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,
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…
What though the sun must set, and… Shall we turn coldly from the bles… And o’er the heavens call an earli… Because the longest day must end i… What though the golden summer flie…
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…
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…
Come where the white waves dance a… Of some lone isle, lost in the unk… Whose golden sands by mortal foot… Were never printed,—where the frag… That never swept o’er land or floo…
Blame not my tears, love, to you h… The brightest, best gift, God to… The sunlight of hope on your heart… And shines from your heart on this… Blame not my tears, love, on you h…
THE FIRST SNOW MOUNT… Look, love, to yonder mountain’s b… Seest thou that beckoning hand of… Stern Winter dares no farther com… But waves me towards his northern…
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…
I am alone’oh be thou near to me… Great God! from whom the meanest… Not in presumption of the daring s… Striving to find the secrets of it… Make I my weeping prayer; in the…
What was thine errand here? Thy beauty was more exquisite than… That from this marrèd earth Takes its imperfect birth. It was a radiant heavenly beauty,…
Like one who walketh in a plenteou… By flowing waters, under shady tre… Through sunny meadows, where the s… Feed in the thyme and clover; on e… Fair gardens lying, where of fruit…
Oh make not light of love, my lady… For, from that sweetest source dot… All that is likest heaven on earth… Ill it beseems who worthiest love… To scoff at their own worship;—if…
WHO WROTE UNDER MY L… Whence should they come, lady! tho… That thy fair hand and gentle hear… Upon my head? Alas! such do not r… On any, of the many, who with sigh…