Lo! where the four mimosas blend their shade In calm repose at last is Landor laid; For ere he slept he saw them planted here By her his soul had ever held most dear,...
I entreat you, Alfred Tennyson, Come and share my haunch of venison. I have too a bin of claret, Good, but better when you share it. Tho' 'tis only a small bin, There's a stock of it within....
Struggling, and faint, and fainter didst thou wane, O Moon! and round thee all thy starry train Came forth to help thee, with half-open eyes, And trembled every one with still surprise,...
To my ninth decade I have tottered on, And no soft arm bends now my steps to steady; She, who once led me where she would, is gone, So when he calls me, Death shall find me ready.
There falls with every wedding chime A feather from the wing of Time. You pick it up, and say 'How fair To look upon its colors are!' Another drops day after day Unheeded; not one word you say....