When thou art near, with gladdest grace My heart is held in fond embrace, For laughing lips with raptures bless The toils and tears of my distress, And woes within me have no place. ...
When thou art nigh, it seems A new creation round; The sun hath fairer beams, The lute a softer sound. Tho' thee alone I see, And hear alone thy sigh, 'Tis light, 'tis song to me,...
When thou must home to shades of underground, And there arrived, a new admir'd guest, The beauteous spirits do engirt thee round, White Iope, blithe Helen, and the rest,...
When thou shalt wander by that sweet light We used to gaze on so many an eve, When love was new and hope was bright, Ere I could doubt or thou deceive-- Oh, then, remembering how swift went by...
When thro' the Piazzetta Night breathes her cool air, Then, dearest Ninetta, I'll come to thee there. Beneath thy mask shrouded, I'll know thee afar, As Love knows tho' clouded...
Devine came back the other day. We'd planned a great home-comin'. No long trombone we had to play, No fine, heroic drummin'. With two sticks and a milk-can Borne Put up a martial clatter,...
When to sad Music silent you listen, And tears on those eyelids tremble like dew, Oh, then there dwells in those eyes as they glisten A sweet holy charm that mirth never knew....
When, to the attractions of the busy world, Preferring studious leisure, I had chosen A habitation in this peaceful Vale, Sharp season followed of continual storm In deepest winter; and, from week to week,...
When twilight dews are falling soft Upon the rosy sea, love, I watch the star, whose beam so oft Has lighted me to thee, love. And thou too, on that orb so dear, Dost often gaze at even,...
When underneath the brown dead grass My weary bones are laid, I hope I shall not see the glass At ninety in the shade. I trust indeed that, when I lie Beneath the churchyard pine,...
When under the icy eaves The swallow heralds the sun, And the dove for its lost mate grieves And the young lambs play and run; When the sea is a plane of glass, And the blustering winds are still,...
Wasn't it a good time, Long Time Ago - When we all were little tads And first played "Show"! - When every newer day Wore as bright a glow As the ones we laughed away - Long Time Ago! ...
When we shall meet, I strangely know The mad emotions that shall flow Across my heart all quivering, Beneath the raptures he shall bring From angel years that gladdened so. ...
When we three meet? Ah! friend of mine Whose verses well and flow as wine, - My thirsting fancy thou dost fill With draughts delicious, sweeter still Since tasted by those lips of thine. ...