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Cruel Cerinthus! does the fell disease Which racks my breast your fickle bosom please? I wish'd but to o'ercome the pain, That I might live for Love and you again; But, now, I scarcely shall bewail my fate: By Death...
And who feels discord now or sorrow? Love is the universe to-day-- These are the slaves of dim to-morrow, Darkening Life's labyrinthine way.
Such a starved bank of moss Till, that May-morn, Blue ran the flash across: Violets were born! Sky--what a scowl of cloud Till, near and far, Ray on ray split the shroud: Splendid, a star!
Margaret, are you grieving Over Goldengrove unleaving? Leaves, like the things of man, you With your fresh thoughts care for, can you?
Listen, listen, Mary mine, To the whisper of the Apennine, It bursts on the roof like the thunder's roar, Or like the sea on a northern shore, Heard in its raging ebb and flow By the captives pent in the cave below.
You too, my mother, read my rhymes For love of unforgotten times, And you may chance to hear once more The little feet along the floor.
I SEE the sleeping babe, nestling the breast of its mother; The sleeping mother and babe—hush’d, I study them long and long.
What being in rank-old nature should earlier have that breath been That hйre pйrsonal tells off these heart-song powerful peals?— A bush-browed, beetle-brуwed bнllow is...
A Light exists in Spring Not present on the Year At any other period -- When March is scarcely here A Color stands abroad On...
Nobody knows this little Rose -- It might a pilgrim be Did I not take it from the ways And lift it up to thee....
So we'll go no more a-roving So late into the night, Though the heart be still as loving, And the moon be still as bright....
The night is darkening round me, The wild winds coldly blow; But a tyrant spell has bound me, And I cannot, cannot go. The giant trees are bending Their bare boughs weighed with snow; The storm is fast descending, And yet I cannot go.
Thy relics, Rowe, to this fair urn we trust, And sacred place by Dryden's awful dust: Beneath a rude and nameless stone he lies, To which thy tomb shall guide inquiring eyes. Peace to thy gentle shade, and endless rest!
How the Waters closed above Him We shall never know -- How He stretched His Anguish to us That -- is covered too -- Spreads...
Snow beneath whose chilly softness Some that never lay Make their first Repose this Winter I admonish Thee Blanket Wealthier the Neighbor We so new...
The stem of a departed Flower Has still a silent rank. The Bearer from an Emerald Court Of a Despatch of Pink.
LIGHT as the linnet on my way I start, For all my pack I bear a chartered heart. Forth on the world without a guide...
The Winters are so short -- I'm hardly justified In sending all the Birds away -- And moving into Pod -- Myself -- for scarcely...
Take your Heaven further on -- This -- to Heaven divine Has gone -- Had You earlier blundered in Possibly, e'en You had seen An...
A Tooth upon Our Peace The Peace cannot deface -- Then Wherefore be the Tooth? To vitalize the Grace -- The Heaven hath a Hell...
A little Dog that wags his tail And knows no other joy Of such a little Dog am I Reminded by a Boy Who gambols...
Birthday of but a single pang That there are less to come -- Afflictive is the Adjective But affluent the doom --
Won't somebody bring the light So I can see which way to go Into the everlasting snow? And "Jesus"! Where is Jesus gone? They said that Jesus -- always came -- Perhaps he doesn't know the House -- This way, Jesus, Let him pass!
THROUGH Life's dull road, so dim and dirty, I have dragged to three-and-thirty. What have these years left to me? Nothing--except thirty-three.