O Saw ye not fair Ines? She's gone into the West, To dazzle when the sun is down, And rob the world of rest: She took our daylight with her, The smiles that we love best,...
I love thee - I love thee! 'Tis all that I can say; - It is my vision in the night, My dreaming in the day; The very echo of my heart, The blessing when I pray: I love thee - I love thee!...
I remember, I remember, The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn; He never came a wink too soon, Nor brought too long a day,...
And has the earth lost its so spacious round, The sky its blue circumference above, That in this little chamber there is found Both earth and heaven - my universe of love!...
How bravely Autumn paints upon the sky The gorgeous fame of Summer which is fled! Hues of all flow'rs, that in their ashes lie, Trophied in that fair light whereon they fed, -...
I saw pale Dian, sitting by the brink Of silver falls, the overflow of fountains From cloudy steeps; and I grew sad to think Endymion's foot was silent on those mountains....
Alack! 'tis melancholy theme to think How Learning doth in rugged states abide, And, like her bashful owl, obscurely blink, In pensive glooms and corners, scarcely spied;...
The sun was slumbering in the West. My daily labors past; On Anna's soft and gentle breast My head reclined at last; - The darkness clos'd around, so dear To fond congenial souls,...
Oh, 'tis a touching thing, to make one weep, - A tender infant with its curtain'd eye, Breathing as it would neither live nor die With that unchanging countenance of sleep!...
Thine eyelids slept so beauteously, I deem'd No eyes could wake so beautiful as they: Thy rosy cheeks in such still slumbers lay, I loved their peacefulness, nor ever dream'd...
Far above the hollow Tempest, and its moan, Singeth bright Apollo In his golden zone, - Cloud doth never shade him, Nor a storm invade him, On his joyous throne.