With shadowy immortelles of memory About her brow, she sits with eyes that look Upon the stream of Lethe wearily, In hesitant hands Death's partly-opened book.
While I sit beside the window I can hear the pigeons coo, That the air is warm and blue, And how well the young bird flew - Then I fold my arms and scold the heart That thought the pigeons knew. ...
Annie - Oh! what a weary while It seems since that sad day; When whispering a fond "good bye," I tore myself away. And yet, 'tis only two short years; How has it seemed to thee?...
A fair sweet blossom is born for you, A beautiful rose, my queen! And never was flower so fair as this, Oh, never so fair, I ween! A banner is hung in the western sky...
Australia listened! Through the brawling game Of played-out rascals gambling for her gold, The rotten-hearted traitors who had sold For flimsy English gauds her righteous fame -...
Is it not pleasant, now we are tired, and tarnished, like other men, to search for those fires in the furthest East, where, again, we might see morning's new dawn, and, in mad history,...
Last night, ah, yesternight, betwixt her lips and mine There fell thy shadow, Cynara! thy breath was shed Upon my soul between the kisses and the wine; And I was desolate and sick of an old passion,...
Not quite the same the spring-time seems to me, Since that sad season when in separate ways Our paths diverged. There are no more such days As dawned for us in that lost time when we...
Never weather-beaten sail more willing bent to shore, Never tir'd pilgrim's limbs affected slumber more, Than my wearied sprite now longs to fly out of my troubled breast:...
In amaze Lost I gaze! Can our eyes Reach thy size! May my lays Swell with praise, Worthy thee! Worthy me! Muse, inspire All thy fire! Bards of old Of him told....
O, gentle shade of quiet woods, Where nature dwells in leafy halls, I love the sacred voice that falls In music o'er thy solitudes! Within thine arms the weary heart Is hidden from the toils of men,...
With their deep voice, monotonous and slow, The cannon's thunders roll along the sea; But 'tis in reverence, and to work no woe Those sounds here reach the shore and onward flee...
The thresher Duck[1] could o'er the queen prevail, The proverb says, "no fence against a flail." From threshing corn he turns to thresh his brains; For which her majesty allows him grains:...