Fierce roars the midnight storm O’er the wild mountain, Dark clouds the night deform, Swift rolls the fountain— See! o’er yon rocky height,

Swifter far than summer’s flight— Swifter far than youth’s delight— Swifter far than happy night, Art thou come and gone— As the earth when leaves are dead,

Good-night? ah! no; the hour is il… Which severs those it should unite… Let us remain together still, Then it will be good night. How can I call the lone night goo…

Like the ghost of a dear friend de… Is Time long past. A tone which is now forever fled, A hope which is now forever past, A love so sweet it could not last,

The serpent is shut out from Para… The wounded deer must seek the her… In which its heart-cure lies: The widowed dove must cease to hau… Like that from which its mate with…

WHEN the lamp is shatter’d, The light in the dust lies dead;    When the cloud is scatter’d, The rainbow’s glory is shed;    When the lute is broken,

Month after month the gathered rai… Drenching yon secret Aethiopian d… And from the desert’€™s ice-girt p… Where Frost and Heat in strange e… On Atlas, fields of moist snow ha…

Our boat is asleep on Serchio’s s… Its sails are folded like thoughts… The helm sways idly, hither and th… Dominic, the boatman, has brought… And the oars, and the sails; but ’…

MY faint spirit was sitting in th…    Of thy looks, my love;    It panted for thee like the hin…    For the brooks, my love. Thy barb, whose hoofs outspeed the…