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The moist and quiet morn was scarc… When Ariadne in her bower was wak… Her eyelids still were closing, an… But indistinctly yet a little bird… That in the leaves o’erhead, waiti…
Death is a road our dearest friend… Why with such leaders, fear to say… Its gate repels, lest it too soon… But turns in balm on the immortal… Mothers have passed it: fathers, c…
We, the Fairies, blithe and antic… Of dimensions not gigantic, Though the moonshine mostly keep u… Oft in orchards frisk and peep us. Stolen sweets are always sweeter,
It is a lofty feeling, yet a kind, Thus to be topped with leaves;—to… Of honour-shaded thought,—an influ… As from great nature’s fingers, an… With her old, sacred, verdurous iv…
One day there fell in great Benar… A wondrous plate of gold, whereon… ‘To him who loveth best, a gift fr… Thereat. The priests made proclamation: 'A…
How sweet it were, if without feeb… Or dying of the dreadful beauteous… An angel came to us, and we could… To see him issue from the silent a… At evening in our room, and bend o…
Paupertas onus visa est grave. Cold blows the wind, and while the… Bursts trembling from my swollen e… The rain’s big drop, quick meets i… And on my naked bosom flies!
It flows through old hushed Egypt… Like some grave mighty thought thr… And times and things, as in that v… Keeping along it their eternal sta… Caves, pillars, pyramids, the shep…
SLEEP breathes at last from out… My little patient boy; And balmy rest about thee Smooths off the day’s annoy. I sit me down, and think
You strange, astonished-looking, a… Dreary-mouthed, gaping wretches of… Gulping salt-water everlastingly, Cold-blooded, though with red your… And mute, though dwellers in the r…
Open the window, and let the air Freshly blow upon face and hair, And fill the room, as it fills the… With the breath of the rain’s swee… Hark! the burthen, swift and prone…
Green little vaulter in the sunny… Catching your heart up at the feel… Sole voice that’s heard amidst the… When even the bees lag at the summ… And you, warm little housekeeper,…
King Francis was a hearty king, a… And one day as his lions fought, s… The nobles filled the benches, and… And 'mongst them sat the Count de… And truly ’twas a gallant thing to…
The Deed of Blood is o’er! And, hark, the Trumpet’s mournful… Low murmurs round it a Note of De… The Mighty are no more! How solemn slow that distant Groa…