O loyal to the royal in thyself, And loyal to thy land, as this to thee-- Bear witness, that rememberable day, When, pale as yet, and fever-worn, the Prince Who scarce had plucked his flickering life again...
Goddess of youth, and lady of the spring, Most fit to be the consort to a king, Be pleas'd to rest you in this sacred grove Beset with myrtles, whose each leaf drops love....
1. Shall we roam, my love, To the twilight grove, When the moon is rising bright; Oh, I'll whisper there, In the cool night-air, What I dare not in broad daylight!
Come forth, O rain! from thy cool, distant hall, And lave the parched brow of the feverish earth, The little drooping flow'rets on thee call, Come, with thy cool touch wake them up to mirth...
As awm sittin enjoyin mi pipe, An tooastin mi shins beside th' hob, Aw find ther's a harvest quite ripe, O' thowts stoored away i' mi nob. An aw see things as plainly to-neet,...
Stupidity and error, avarice and vice, possess our spirits, batten on our flesh, we feed that fond remorse, our guest, like ragged beggars nourishing their lice.
Art was a palace once, things great and fair, And strong and holy, found a temple there: Now 'tis a lazar-house of leprous men. O shall me hear an English song again!...
Now, dearest comrade, lift me to your face, We must separate awhile, Here! take from my lips this kiss. Whoever you are, I give it especially to you; So long!, And I hope we shall meet again.
Into these loves who but for passion looks, At this first sight here let him lay them by, And seek elsewhere in turning other books, Which better may his labour satisfy....
This little book's a letter, I send direct to you; I hope that you will like it, And read it thru and thru. And after you have read it, Just send a thot to me; Your thots will help to make me...
Ah yes, we know what you're saying, As your eye glances over these Notes: 'What asses are these that are braying With flat and unmusical throats? Who writes such unspeakable patter?...
God bless ye, brothers! in the fight Ye 're waging now, ye cannot fail, For better is your sense of right Than king-craft's triple mail. Than tyrant's law, or bigot's ban,...
1. Brothers! between you and me Whirlwinds sweep and billows roar: Yet in spirit oft I see On thy wild and winding shore Freedom's bloodless banners wave, - Feel the pulses of the brave...