O summer sun, O moving trees! O cheerful human noise, O busy gl… What hour shall Fate in all the f… Or what delights, ever to equal th… Only to taste the warmth, the ligh…

A wondrous rumour fills and stirs The wide Carmanian Vale; On leafy hills the sunburnt vintag… Stand listening; silent is the ech… Upon the threshing—floors:

What shall I say to thee, my spir… Unaccountably conquered, where tho… Life, that, yesterday, the sun’s o… Darkened now, like a train of capt… Alas! ’tis an old trouble, vainly…

Caverns mouthed with blackness mor… Fever—jungle deep in strangling br… Venom—breeding slime that loathest… Who has plumbed your secret? who t… Hissing from the viper’s lifted ja…

Move onward, Time, and bring us s… From this self—clouding turmoil wh… On others’ errands driven continua… O lead us to our own souls, ere we… We toil for that we love not; thou…

It is early morning within this ro… Dark and damp; without and within,… Waiting for day: not a sound but a… Yellow jasmine, delicate on stiff… Stands in a Tuscan pot to delight…

Coiled in shadow, the serpent seas Engirdle perilous hills sublime: By tortuous, steep degrees Toward the morn I climb. Before me the mountain soaring vas…

In the high leaves of a walnut, On the very topmost boughs, A boy that climbed the branching b… His cradled limbs would house. On the airy bed that rocked him

Beautifully dies the year. Silence sleeps upon the mere: Yellow leaves float on it, stilly As, in June, the opened lily. Brushing o’er the frosty grass

Within, the pillars soar to gloom Lit by the glimmering Rose ; Spirits of beauty shrined in stone Afar from mortal woes, Hearing not, though their haunted…

My boat swings out and back, Moored among mint and rush. The river’s ruffled speed Laughs in the white wind’s track. My idle fingers crush

Seven years have flown like seven… Like seven days of shining weather… Since we, forsaking single ways, Trod earth and faced the skies tog… The old is new, the new is old,

A hundred autumns fallen in fire To dust and mould Have faded from their perished gol… To throne thee higher, O Titan pine, that soarest straig…

Shall we but turn from braggart pr… Our race to cheapen and defame? Before the world to wail, to chide… And weakness as with vaunting clai… Ere the hour strikes, to abdicate

Thinking of shores that I shall n… And things that I would know but… By Time and briefness, treasuries… In unknown tongue or human bosom h… Knowing how unsure is all my knowl…