O thou bright Sun! beneath the dark blue line Of western distance that sublime descendest, And, gleaming lovelier as thy beams decline, Thy million hues to every vapour lendest,...
Here's the criminal's friend, delightful evening: come like an accomplice, with a wolf's loping: slowly the sky's vast vault hides each feature, and restless man becomes a savage creature. ...
Giordano, verily thy Pencil's skill Hath here portrayed with Nature's happiest grace The fair Endymion couched on Latmos-hill; And Dian gazing on the Shepherd's face In rapture, yet suspending her embrace,...
I laid my inventory at the hand Of Death, who in his gloomy arbour sate; And while he conned it, sweet and desolate I heard Love singing in that quiet land. He read the record even to the end -...
The days go by, the days go by, Sadly and wearily to die: Each with its burden of small cares, Each with its sad gift of gray hairs For those who sit, like me, and sigh,...
Lay away the story, - Though the theme is sweet, There's a lack of something yet, Leaves it incomplete: - There's a nameless yearning - Strangely undefined - For a story sweeter still...
Begin with Jove; then is the work half done, And runs most smoothly when 'tis well begun. Jove's is the first and last: the morn's his due, The midst is thine; but Jove's the evening too;...
It may be, yes, it must be, Time that brings An end to mortal things, That sends the beggar Winter in the train Of Autumn's burdened wain, - Time, that is heir of all our earthly state,...
Said the Poet, I wouldn't maintain, As the mystical German has done, That the land, inexistent till then, To reward him then first saw the sun; And yet I could deem it was so,...
Beneath a broad grey sky, upon a vast and dusty plain devoid of grass, and where not even a nettle or a thistle was to be seen, I met several men who walked bowed down to the ground....
raised against them hussars, cossacks, zouaves the renegade janizaries and corsairs in for an indeterminale stretch assorted soldiers of furtune, never-do-wells...
So I sit and write and ponder, while the house is deaf and dumb, Seeing visions "over yonder" of the war I know must come. In the corner, not a vision, but a sign for coming days...
Everyone suddenly burst out singing; And I was filled with such delight As prisoned birds must find in freedom Winging wildly across the white Orchards and dark green fields; on; on; and out of sight. ...
'Nobody's enemy save his own', (What shall it be in the end?), Still by the nick-name he is known, 'Everyone's Friend.' 'Nobody's Enemy' stands alone While he has money to lend,...