Innocent dreams be thine! The silver night Is a fit curtain for thy lovely sleep. The stars keep watch above thee, and the moon Sits like a brooding spirit up in Heaven,...
It was a sultry day of summer time. The sun pour'd down upon the ripen'd grain With quivering heat, and the suspended leaves Hung motionless. The cattle on the hills...
Alone! alone! How drear it is Always to be alone! In such a depth of wilderness, The only thinking one! The waters in their path rejoice, The trees together sleep - But I have not one silver voice...
Deep, it is said, under yonder pyramid, has for ages lain concealed the Table of Emerald, on which the thrice-great Hermes engraved, before the flood, the secret of Alchemy that gives gold at will. Epicurean.
There's something in a noble boy, A brave, free-hearted, careless one, With his unchecked, unbidden joy, His dread of books and love of fun, And in his clear and ready smile,...
'Twas a rich night in June. The air was all Fragrance and balm, and the wet leaves were stirred By the soft fingers of the southern wind, And caught the light capriciously, like wings...
All that thou art, I thrillingly And sensibly do feel; For my eye doth see, and my ear doth hear, And my heart is not of steel; I meet thee in the festal hall - I turn thee in the dance -...
Pass thou on! for the vow is said That is never broken; The hand of blessing hath, trembling, laid On snowy forehead and simple braid, And the word is spoken By lips that never their words betray'd....
Sleep on! Sleep on! beguiling The hours with happy rest. Sleep! - by that dreamy smiling, I know that thou art blest. Thy mother over thee hath leant To guard thee from annoy,...
When the rose is brightest, Its bloom will soonest die; When burns the meteor brightest, 'T will vanish from the sky. If Death but wait until delight O'errun the heart like wine,...
Nay, lady, one frown is enough In a life as soon over as this, And though minutes seem long in a huff, They're minutes 'tis pity to miss! The smiles you imprison so lightly...
I'm twenty-two - I'm twenty-two - They gaily give me joy, As if I should be glad to hear That I was less a boy. They do not know how carelessly Their words have given pain,...
The shadows lay along Broadway, 'T was near the twilight-tide, And slowly there a lady fair Was walking in her pride. Alone walked she; but, viewlessly, Walked spirits at her side. ...