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At La Chaudeau,—'tis long since t… I was young,—my years twice ten; All things smiled on the happy boy… Dreams of love and songs of joy, Azure of heaven and wave below,
My soul its secret hath, my life t… A love eternal in a moment’s space… Hopeless the evil is, I have not… And she who was the cause nor knew… Alas! I shall have passed close b…
Out of the bosom of the Air Out of the cloud-folds of her garm… Over the woodlands brown and bare, Over the harvest-fields forsaken, Silent, and soft, and slow
"O Cæsar, we who are about to die Salute you!" was the gladiators’ c… In the arena, standing face to fac… With death and with the Roman pop… O ye familiar scenes,—ye groves of…
I stand again on the familiar shor… And hear the waves of the distract… Piteously calling and lamenting th… And waiting restless at thy cottag… The rocks, the sea—weed on the oce…
Ye voices, that arose After the Evening’s close, And whispered to my restless heart… Go, breathe it in the ear Of all who doubt and fear,
I HEARD the bells on Christmas… Their old, familiar carols play, And wild and sweet The words repeat Of peace on earth, good—will to me…
I am poor and old and blind; The sun burns me, and the wind Blows through the city gate And covers me with dust From the wheels of the august
EVEN as the Blessed, at the fina… Shall rise up quickened, each one… Wearing again the garments of the… So, upon that celestial chariot, A hundred rose ad vocem tanti seni…
How they so softly rest, All they the holy ones, Unto whose dwelling-place Now doth my soul draw near! How they so softly rest,
Torrent of light and river of the… Along whose bed the glimmering sta… Like gold and silver sands in some… Where mountain streams have left t… The Spaniard sees in thee the pat…
Steer, bold mariner, on! albeit wi… And the steersman drop idly his ha… Ever, ever to westward! There mus… If it but lie distinct, luminous l… Trust to the God that leads thee,…
And then the blue-eyed Norseman t… A Saga of the days of old. ‘There is,’ said he, ‘a wondrous b… Of Legends in the old Norse tongu… Of the dead kings of Norroway,—
Thus then, much care—worn, The son of Healfden Sorrowed evermore, Nor might the prudent hero His woes avert.
Thou, too, sail on, O Ship of St… Sail on, O Union, strong and grea… Humanity with all its fears, With all the hopes of future years… Is hanging breathless on thy fate!