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She had been told that God made all the stars
That twinkled up in heaven, and now she stood
Watching the coming of the twilight on,
As if it were a new and perfect world,...

It is not the fear of death
That damps my brow;
It is not for another breath
I ask thee now;
I can die with a lip unstirr'd
And a quiet heart -
Let but this prayer be heard
Ere I depart.
...

She was not very beautiful, if it be beauty's test
To match a classic model when perfectly at rest;
And she did not look bewitchingly, if witchery it be,
To have a forehead and a lip transparent as the sea.
...

A violet by a mossy stone,
Half hidden from the eye,
Fair as a star, when only one,
Is shining in the sky. Wordsworth


I have found violets. April hath come on,...

They may talk of love in a cottage
And bowers of trellised vine,
Of nature bewitchingly simple,
And milkmaids half divine;
They may talk of the pleasure of sleeping
In the shade of a spreading tree,...

It was a shady nook that I had found
Deep in the greenwood. A delicious stream
Ran softly by it on a bed of grass,
And to the border leant a sloping bank
Of moss as delicate as Tempe e'er...

I love to look on a scene like this,
Of wild and careless play,
And persuade myself that I am not old
And my locks are not yet gray;
For it stirs the blood in old man's heart,
And makes his pulses fly,...

Down the green slope he bounded. Raven curls
From his white shoulders by the winds were swept,
And the clear color of his sunny cheek
Was bright with motion. Through his open lips...

'Tis well - 'tis well - that clustering shade
Is on thy forehead sweetly laid;
And that light curl that slumbers by
Makes deeper yet thy depth of eye;
And that white rose that decks thy hair...

'Tis difficult to feel that she is dead.
Her presence, like the shadow of a wing
That is just given to the upward sky,
Lingers upon us. We can hear her voice,
And for her step we listen, and the eye...

He sat by me in school. His face is now
Vividly in my mind, as if he went
From me but yesterday - its pleasant smile
And the rich, joyous laughter of his eye,
And the free play of his unhaughty lip,...

Common as light is love,
And its familiar voice wearies not ever.
- Shelley.


Love knoweth every form of air,
And every shape of earth,
And comes, unbidden, everywhere,...

Sogna il guerri'r le schiere,
Le sel ve il cacciat'r;
E sogna il pescat'r;
Le reti, e l' amo. Metastatio.


Love knoweth every form of air,
And every shape of earth,...

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...

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,...

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...