Glad as the weary traveller tempest-tost To reach secure at length his native coast, Who wandering long o'er distant lands has sped, The night-blast wildly howling round his head,...
Our earth, as it rolls thro' the regions of space, Wears always two faces, the dark and the sunny; And poor human life runs the same sort of race, Being sad on one side--on the other side, funny. ...
Emblazoned Vapour! Half-eternal Shade! That gathers strength from ruin and decay;-- Emperor of empires! (for the world hath made No substance that dare take thy shade away;)...
In ages dead, a troglodyte, At the hollow roots of a monster height, - That grew from the heart of the world to light, - I dwelt in caverns: over me Were mountains older than the moon;...
A simple nosegay! was that much to ask? (Winter still gloomed, with scarce a bud yet showing). He loved her ill, if he resigned the task. 'Somewhere,' she cried, 'there must be blossom blowing.'...
There's not a nook within this solemn Pass, But were an apt confessional for one Taught by his summer spent, his autumn gone, That Life is but a tale of morning grass...
Glowing with love, on fire for fame A Troubadour that hated sorrow Beneath his lady's window came, And thus he sung his last good-morrow: "My arm it is my country's right,...
He stood where all the rare voluptuous West, Like some mad Maenad wine-stained to the breast, Shot from delirious lips of ruby must Long, fierce, triumphant smiles wherein hot lust...
Ere my heart beats too coldly and faintly To remember sad things, yet be gay, I would sing a brief song of the world's little children Magic hath stolen away.
Raze these long blocks of brick and stone, These huge mill-monsters overgrown; Blot out the humbler piles as well, Where, moved like living shuttles, dwell The weaving genii of the bell;...
Yearly, with tent and rifle, our careless white men go By the Pass called Muttianee, to shoot in the vale below. Yearly by Muttianee he follows our white men in,...
If you want a game to tame you and to take your measure in, Try a week or two of trucking in a mine Where the rails are never level for a half-a-minute's spin, And the curves are short and sharp along the line....
THE change of food enjoyment is to man; In this, t'include the woman is my plan. I cannot guess why Rome will not allow Exchange in wedlock, and its leave avow; Not ev'ry time such wishes might arise,...
I envy the tree-tops that shake so high In winds that fill them full of heavenly airs; I envy every little cloud that shares With unseen angels evening in the sky; I envy most the youngest stars that lie...
They say when the Great Prompter's hand shall ring Down the last curtain upon earth and sea, All the Good Mimes will have eternity To praise their Author, worship love and sing;...