#English #Women
All the night long you come to me… My lady dear! Ah, wherefore do yo… Surely it is because you do not kn… What tender mercy from your sweet… When thus you visit me, and for aw…
Two things remain unalter’d in thi… Tho’ since I came here forty year… The smiling loveliness of Nature’… And the fine spirit of kindly, cou… That still presides here as it did…
Good night, love! May heaven’s brightest stars watch… Good angels spread their wings, an… And through the night, So dark and still,
Though thou return unto the former… Fields, woods, and gardens, where… In other days, and not a bough, br… Of tree, or meadow, but the same a… As when thou lovedst them in forme…
O lady! thou, who in the olden tim… Hadst been the star of many a poet… Thou, who unto a mind of mould sub… Weddest the gentle graces that bes… Fair woman’s best! forgive the dar…
The merriest time of all the year Is the time when the leaves begin… When the chestnut-trees turn yello… And the flowers are withering one… When the thick green sward is grow…
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…
If there were any power in human l… Or in th’ intensest longing of the… Then should the oceans and the lan… Ye from my sight all unprevailing… Then should the yearning of my bos…
Before my senses or my soul awake, Sorrow begins to stir within my he… Keen anguish dawns before the day… Ere fluttering birds chirp faintly… A bat-like terror flaps above my b…
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,
Death and I, On a hill so high, Stood side by side: And we saw below, Running to and fro,
Three windows cheerfully poured in… One from the east, where o’er the… The sun first rose on the great R… And shining o’er the garden, with… Vine-trellises, and heaps of rosy…
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…
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;
When the dawn O’er hill and dale Throws her bright veil, Oh, think of me! When the rain
