'Twas in that mellow season of the year When the hot sun singes the yellow leaves Till they be gold, - and with a broader sphere The Moon looks down on Ceres and her sheaves;...
What is a mine - a treasury - a dower - A magic talisman of mighty power? A poet's wide possession of the earth. He has th' enjoyment of a flower's birth Before its budding - ere the first red streaks, -...
Oh happy time! - Art's early days! When o'er each deed, with sweet self-praise, Narcissus-like I hung! When great Rembrandt but little seemed, And such Old Masters all were deemed...
Alas! That breathing Vanity should go Where Pride is buried, - like its very ghost, Uprisen from the naked bones below, In novel flesh, clad in the silent boast...
Farewell, farewell, to my mother's own daughter. The child that she wet-nursed is lapp'd in the wave; The Mussulman, coming to fish in this water, Adds a tear to the flood that weeps over her grave. ...