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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…
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…
WRITTEN FOR THE 22 OF AU… Darkness upon the mountain and the… Forest and field are bathed in dew… And the night angels vigil o’er th… No sound, no motion; over hill and…
If I believed in death, how sweet… For such a blessed slumber could… Beneath the blue and sparkling cov… Of that smooth sea, stirred by no… Oh if I could but die, and be at…
Oh that I were a fairy sprite, to… In forest paths, o’erarched with o… Where the sun’s yellow light, in s… Sleeps on the dewy moss: what time… Of early morn stirs the white hawt…
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…
I never shall forget thee’'tis a… Thou oft nust hear, for surely the… On whom thy wondrous eyes have eve… But for a moment, or who e’er have… Thy voice’s deep impassioned melod…
I saw him on his throne, far in th… Him ye call Winter, picturing him… An aged man, whose frame, with pal… Bends o’er the fiery element, his… But he I saw was a young god, who…
I would I might be with thee, whe… Begins to wane, and that thou walk… Upon the rocky strand, whilst loud… The autumn wind sings, from his cl… Wild requiems for the summer that…
If from the height of that celesti… Where now thou dwell’st, spirit po… Thou yet canst love the race that… How must thou joy, with pleasure n… For thy exalted state, to know how…
Oh, sunny Love! Crowned with fresh flowering May, Breath like the Indian clove, Eyes like the dawn of day; Oh, sunny Love!
Spirit, bright spirit! from thy na… Answer me! answer me! oh, let me h… Thy voice, and know that thou inde… That from the bonds in which thou’… Thou hast not broken free, thou ar…
She has gone down! Woe for the wo… Its weary workers! gazing from afa… At the clear rising of that hopefu… Star of redemption to each weeping… Of pow’r decrepit, and of rule out…
Hail to thee, spirit of hope! whom… Youngest and fairest of the four,… Our mortal year along Time’s rapi… Spirit of life! the old decrepit e… Has heard thy voice, and at a wond…
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…