Dark was the world when from the bowers Of forfeit Eden man went forth, With aching heart and blighted powers, To till the sterile soil of earth; Yet, even then, a glimmering light...
The roses of voluptuousness Wreathe her dark locks and hide her eyes; Her limbs are flower-like nakedness, Wherethrough the fragrant blood doth press, The blossom-blood of Paradise. ...
If every tongue that speaks her praise For whom I shape my tinkling phrase Were summoned to the table, The vocal chorus that would meet Of mingling accents harsh or sweet,...
If the sudden tidings came That on some far, foreign coast, Buried ages long from fame, Had been found a remnant lost Of that hoary race who dwelt By the golden Nile divine,...
By day she woos me, soft, exceeding fair: But all night as the moon so changeth she; Loathsome and foul with hideous leprosy And subtle serpents gliding in her hair. By day she woos me to the outer air,...
Thanks to the morning light, Thanks to the foaming sea, To the uplands of New Hampshire, To the green-haired forest free; Thanks to each man of courage, To the maids of holy mind,...
So far as I conceive the World's rebuke To him address'd who would recast her new, Not from herself her fame of strength she took, But from their weakness, who would work her rue....
The world was husht, the moon above Sailed thro' ether slowly, When near the casement of my love, Thus I whispered lowly,-- "Awake, awake, how canst thou sleep? "The field I seek to-morrow...
I'm a gentle, meek, and patient human worm; Unattractive, Rather active, With a sense of right, original but firm. I was taught to be forgiving, For my enemies to pray; But what's the use of living...
I. Would it were I had been false, not you! I that am nothing, not you that are all I, never the worse for a touch or two On my speckled hide; not you, the pride...
Cupid as he lay among Roses, by a Bee was stung. Whereupon in anger flying To his Mother, said thus crying; Help! O help! your Boy's a dying. And why, my pretty Lad, said she?...
Come, bring your sampler, and with art Draw in't a wounded heart, And dropping here and there; Not that I think that any dart Can make your's bleed a tear, Or pierce it any where;...