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Beauty crowds me till I die
Beauty crowds me till I die Beauty mercy have on me But if I expire today Let it be in sight of thee --
To F--
Beloved! amid the earnest woes That crowd around my earthly path-- (Drear path, alas! where grows Not even one lonely rose)-- My soul at least a solace hath In dreams of thee, and therein knows An
To----
The bowers whereat, in dreams, I see The wantonest singing birds, Are lips--and all thy melody Of lip-begotten words-- Thine eyes, in Heaven of heart enshrined Then desolately fall, O God! on
To----
I heed not that my earthly lot Hath--little of Earth in it-- That years of love have been forgot In the hatred of a minute:-- I mourn not that the desolate Are happier, sweet, than I, But that _
To The River
Fair river! in thy bright, clear flow Of crystal, wandering water, Thou art an emblem of the glow Of beauty--the unhidden heart-- The playful maziness of art In old Alberto's daughter;
Could Hope inspect her Basis
Could Hope inspect her Basis Her Craft were done -- Has a fictitious Charter Or it has none -- Balked in the vastest instance But to renew -- Felled by but one assassin -- Prosperity --
A happy lip -- breaks sudden
A happy lip -- breaks sudden -- It doesn't state you how It contemplated -- smiling -- Just consummated -- now -- But this one, wears its merriment So patient -- like a pain -- Fresh gilded -- to elud
"Lethe" in my flower,
"Lethe" in my flower, Of which they who drink In the fadeless orchards Hear the bobolink! Merely flake or petal As the Eye beholds Jupiter! my father! I perceive the rose!
To Mary --
O Mary dear, that you were here With your brown eyes bright and clear. And your sweet voice, like a bird Singing love to its lone mate In the ivy bower disconsolate; Voice the sweetest ever heard! And
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Ah! gentle, fleeting, wav'ring Sprite, Friend and associate of this clay! To what unknown region borne, Wilt thou, now, wing thy distant flight? No more with wonted humour gay, But pallid, cheerle
Time
Unfathomable Sea! whose waves are years, Ocean of Time, whose waters of deep woe Are brackish with the salt of human tears! Thou shoreless flood, which in thy ebb and flow Claspest the limits of morta
Now I knew I lost her --
Now I knew I lost her -- Not that she was gone -- But Remoteness travelled On her Face and Tongue. Alien, though adjoining As a Foreign Race -- Traversed she though pausing Latitudeless Place. Eleme
Bereavement in their death to feel
Bereavement in their death to feel Whom We have never seen -- A Vital Kinsmanship import Our Soul and theirs -- between -- For Stranger -- Strangers do not mourn -- There be Immortal friends Whom Dea
Beauty -- be not caused -- It Is --
Beauty -- be not caused -- It Is -- Chase it, and it ceases -- Chase it not, and it abides -- Overtake the Creases In the Meadow -- when the Wind Runs his fingers thro' it -- Deity will see to it Th
The Isle
There was a little lawny islet By anemone and violet, Like mosaic, paven: And its roof was flowers and leaves Which the summer's breath enweaves, Where nor sun nor showers nor breeze Pierce the pines
Through the Dark Sod -- as Education
Through the Dark Sod -- as Education -- The Lily passes sure -- Feels her white foot -- no trepidation -- Her faith -- no fear -- Afterward -- in the Meadow -- Swinging her Beryl Bell -- The Mold-lif
I'll tell you how the Sun rose
I'll tell you how the Sun rose -- A Ribbon at a time -- The Steeples swam in Amethyst -- The news, like Squirrels, ran -- The Hills untied their Bonnets -- The Bobolinks -- begun -- Then I said softly
204. Song—Love in the Guise of Friendship
YOUR friendship much can make me blest, O why that bliss destroy! Why urge the only, one request You know I will deny! Your thought, if Love must harbour there, Conceal it in that thought; Nor
421. Epitaph on a Lap-dog
IN wood and wild, ye warbling throng, Your heavy loss deplore; Now, half extinct your powers of song, Sweet Echo is no more. Ye jarring, screeching things around, Scream your discordant joys;
Winter is good -- his Hoar Delights
Winter is good -- his Hoar Delights Italic flavor yield To Intellects inebriate With Summer, or the World -- Generic as a Quarry And hearty -- as a Rose -- Invited with Asperity But welcome when he g
220. Song—The Winter it is Past
THE WINTER it is past, and the summer comes at last And the small birds, they sing on ev’ry tree; Now ev’ry thing is glad, while I am very sad, Since my true love is parted from me. The rose upo
Tho' I get home how late -- how late
Tho' I get home how late -- how late -- So I get home - 'twill compensate -- Better will be the Ecstasy That they have done expecting me -- When Night -- descending -- dumb -- and dark -- They hear my
Further in Summer than the Birds
Further in Summer than the Birds Pathetic from the Grass A minor Nation celebrates Its unobtrusive Mass. No Ordinance be seen So gradual the Grace A pensive Custom it becomes Enlarging Loneliness. A
'Twould ease -- a Butterfly --
'Twould ease -- a Butterfly -- Elate -- a Bee -- Thou'rt neither -- Neither -- thy capacity -- But, Blossom, were I, I would rather be Thy moment Than a Bee's Eternity -- Content of fading Is enough