They may talk of love in a cottage And bowers of trellised vine, Of nature bewitchingly simple, And milkmaids half divine; They may talk of the pleasure of sleeping In the shade of a spreading tree,...
The earth was sown with early flowers, The heavens were blue and bright, I met a youthful cavalier As lovely as the light. I knew him not, but in my heart His graceful image lies,...
O Lady mine! O Lady of my Life! Mine and not mine, a being of the sky Turn'd into Woman, and I know not why - Is't well, bethink thee, to maintain a strife...
O lovely chance, what can I do To give my gratefulness to you? You rise between myself and me With a wise persistency; I would have broken body and soul, But by your grace, still I am whole....
Welcome silence! welcome peace! O most welcome, holy shade! Thus I prove as years increase, My heart and soul for quiet made. Thus I fix my firm belief...
Here is the secret of the death of Elenor, From what I learn of her, from what I know In living, knowing women, I am clear About this Elenor Murray. Give me power To get the letters, power to give a bond...
A Gyges ring they bear about them still, To be, and not seen when and where they will; They tread on clouds, and though they sometimes fall, They fall like dew, and make no noise at all:...
The spring may come in her pomp and splendor, And Summer follow with rain and rose, Or Fall lead in that old offender, Winter, close-huddled up in snows: Ever a-South the Love-wind blows...
Tell them, when you are home again, How warm the air was now; How silent were the birds and leaves, And of the moon's full glow; And how we saw afar A falling star: It was a tear of pure delight...
Once Love grew bold and arrogant of air, Proud of the youth that made him fresh and fair; So unto Grief he spake, "What right hast thou To part or parcel of this heart?" Grief's brow...
She had looked for his coming as warriors come, With the clash of arms and the bugle's call: But he came instead with a stealthy tread, Which she did not hear at all. ...
Wer't granted me to choose, How I would end my dayes; Since I this life must loose, It should be in Your praise; For there is no Bayes Can be set aboue you.
Pain and sorrow shall vanish before us-- Youth may wither, but feeling will last; All the shadow that e'er shall fall o'er us Love's light summer-cloud only shall cast. Oh, if to love thee more...
There's more in words than I can teach: Yet listen, Child! I would not preach; But only give some plain directions To guide your speech and your affections. Say not you 'love' a roasted fowl,...
O hush thee, my babie, thy sire was a knight, Thy mother a lady, both lovely and bright; The woods and the glens, from the towers which we see, They all are belonging, dear babie, to thee....
When simple Macer, now of high renown, First fought a Poet's Fortune in the Town, 'Twas all th' Ambition his high soul could feel, To wear red stockings, and to dine with Steele....
When simple Macer, now of high renown, First sought a poet's fortune in the town, 'Twas all the ambition his high soul could feel, To wear red stockings, and to dine with Steele....