1. She saw me not - she heard me not - alone Upon the mountain's dizzy brink she stood; She spake not, breathed not, moved not - there was thrown Over her look, the shadow of a mood...
1. The transport of a fierce and monstrous gladness Spread through the multitudinous streets, fast flying Upon the winds of fear; from his dull madness The starveling waked, and died in joy; the dying,...
1. The starlight smile of children, the sweet looks Of women, the fair breast from which I fed, The murmur of the unreposing brooks, And the green light which, shifting overhead,...
1. What thoughts had sway o'er Cythna's lonely slumber That night, I know not; but my own did seem As if they might ten thousand years outnumber Of waking life, the visions of a dream...
1. The old man took the oars, and soon the bark Smote on the beach beside a tower of stone; It was a crumbling heap, whose portal dark With blooming ivy-trails was overgrown;...
1. Over the utmost hill at length I sped, A snowy steep: - the moon was hanging low Over the Asian mountains, and outspread The plain, the City, and the Camp below,...
1. Beside the dimness of the glimmering sea, Weaving swift language from impassioned themes, With that dear friend I lingered, who to me So late had been restored, beneath the gleams...
1. So we sate joyous as the morning ray Which fed upon the wrecks of night and storm Now lingering on the winds; light airs did play Among the dewy weeds, the sun was warm,...
1. 'I sate beside the Steersman then, and gazing Upon the west, cried, "Spread the sails! Behold! The sinking moon is like a watch-tower blazing Over the mountains yet; - the City of Gold...
1. 'That night we anchored in a woody bay, And sleep no more around us dared to hover Than, when all doubt and fear has passed away, It shades the couch of some unresting lover,...
1. So now my summer-task is ended, Mary, And I return to thee, mine own heart's home; As to his Queen some victor Knight of Faery, Earning bright spoils for her enchanted dome;...
1. Now the last day of many days, All beautiful and bright as thou, The loveliest and the last, is dead, Rise, Memory, and write its praise! Up, - to thy wonted work! come, trace...
1. Brothers! between you and me Whirlwinds sweep and billows roar: Yet in spirit oft I see On thy wild and winding shore Freedom's bloodless banners wave, - Feel the pulses of the brave...