Avenge O lord thy slaughter'd Saints, whose bones Lie scatter'd on the Alpine mountains cold, Ev'n them who kept thy truth so pure of old When all our Fathers worship't Stocks and Stones,...
A splendor, flamelike, born to be pursued, With palms extent for amorous charity And eyes incensed with love for all they see, A wonder more to be adored than wooed, On whom the grace of conscious womanhood...
As to a child, I talked my heart asleep With empty promise of the coming day, And it slept rather for my words made sleep Than from a thought of what their sense did say....
How darkly o'er yon far-off mountain frowns The gather'd tempest! from that lurid cloud The deep-voiced thunders roll, aweful and loud Tho' distant; while upon the misty downs...
Poor snail, that toilest at my weary feet, Thou, too, must have thy burden! Life is sweet If we would make it so. How vast a load To carry all its days along the road Of its serene existence! Christian-like,...
On the fleet streams, the Sun, that late arose, In amber radiance plays; - the tall young grass No foot hath bruis'd; - clear Morning, as I pass, Breathes the pure gale, that on the blossom blows;...
Behold that Tree, in Autumn's dim decay, Stript by the frequent, chill, and eddying Wind; Where yet some yellow, lonely leaves we find Lingering and trembling on the naked spray,...
Yon soft Star, peering o'er the sable cloud, Sheds its [1]green lustre thro' the darksome air. - Haply in that mild Planet's crystal sphere Live the freed Spirits, o'er whose timeless shroud...
All is not right with him, who ill sustains Retirement's silent hours. - Himself he flies, Perchance from that insipid equipoise, Which always with the hapless mind remains...
My hour is not yet come! - these burning eyes Have not yet look'd their last! - else, 'mid the roar Of this wild STORM, what gloomy joy to pour My freed, exhaling Soul! - sublime to rise,...
On the damp margin of the sea-beat shore Lonely at eve to wander; - or reclin'd Beneath a rock, what time the rising wind Mourns o'er the waters, and, with solemn roar,...