Thus the men discoursed together; and meanwhile the mother Went in search of her son, at first in front of the dwelling On the bench of stone, for he was accustom'd to sit there....
As the man on a journey, who, just at the moment of sunset, Fixes his gaze once more on the rapidly vanishing planet, Then on the side of the rocks and in the dark thicket still sees he...
Her Vivien eyes, - beware! beware! Though they be stars, a deadly snare They set beneath her night of hair. Regard them not! lest, drawing near As sages once in old Chaldee...
He's gone to England for a wife Among the ladies there; And yet I know a lass he deemed The rarest of the rare. He's gone to England for a wife; And rich and proud is he....
Every tear that dims the eye, Or bedews the careworn cheek, Will our God, who reigns on high, With a hand so kind and meek, Wipe away, nor leave a trace Of its stain on eye or face. ...
Half close your eyelids, loosen your hair, And dream about the great and their pride; They have spoken against you everywhere, But weigh this song with the great and their pride;...
Often, when o'er tree and turret, Eve a dying radiance flings, By that ancient pile I linger Known familiarly as "King's." And the ghosts of days departed Rise, and in my burning breast...
'Twas the dingo pup to his dam that said, "It's time I worked for my daily bread. Out in the world I intend to go, And you'd be surprised at the things I know. ...
High from the earth I heard a bird; He trod upon the trees As he esteemed them trifles, And then he spied a breeze, And situated softly Upon a pile of wind Which in a perturbation...
My God! look on me with Thine eye Of pity, not of scrutiny; For if Thou dost, Thou then shalt see Nothing but loathsome sores in me. O then, for mercy's sake, behold These my eruptions manifold,...
For my embalming, Julia, do but this; Give thou my lips but their supremest kiss, Or else transfuse thy breath into the chest Where my small relics must for ever rest;...
Our feet have wandered, wandered far and wide,-- His mercy endureth for ever! From that strait path in which the Master died,-- His mercy endureth for ever! Low have we fallen from our high estate,...
As wearied pilgrims, once possest Of long'd-for lodging, go to rest, So I, now having rid my way, Fix here my button'd staff and stay. Youth, I confess, hath me misled;...
An Epilogue, through custom, is your right, But ne'er perhaps was needful till this night: To-night the virtuous falls, the guilty flies, Guilt's dreadful close our narrow scene denies....
O universal Mother, who dost keep From everlasting thy foundations deep, Eldest of things, Great Earth, I sing of thee! All shapes that have their dwelling in the sea,...