If I look on Spring’s soft heaven,–
Something is not there which was
Winter’s wondrous frost and snow,
Summer’s clouds, where are they now?
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Art thou indeed forever gone,
Must this poor bosom beat alone,Or beat at all, if not for thee?Ah! why was love to mortals given,To lift them to the height of Heaven,Or dash them to the depths of Hell?Yet I do not reproach thee, dear!Ah, no! the agonies that swellThis panting breast, this frenzied brain,Might wake my –‘s slumb’ring tear.Oh! Heaven…
Cold, cold is the blast when December is howling,
Stern are the seas when the wild waves are rolling,And sad is the grave where a loved one lies low;But colder is scorn from the being who loved thee,More stern is the sneer from the friend who has proved thee,More sad are the tears when their sorrows have moved thee,Which mixed with groans anguish and…
Mighty eagle! thou that soarest
And amid the light of morningLike a cloud of glory hiest,And when night descends defiestThe embattled tempests’ warning!
I.
La notte sara buona senza te?Non dirmi buona notte,–che tu sai,La notte sa star buona da per se.II.Solinga, scura, cupa, senza speme,La notte quando Lilla m’abbandona;Pei cuori chi si batton insiemeOgni notte, senza dirla, sara buona.III.Come male buona notte ci suonaCon sospiri e parole interrotte!–Il modo di aver la notte buonaE mai non di dir…
Ask not the pallid stranger’s woe,
Whose step is faltering, weak, and slow,As though the body needed rest.–Whose ‘wildered eye no object meets,Nor cares to ken a friendly glance,With silent grief his bosom beats,–Now fixed, as in a deathlike trance.Who looks around with fearful eye,And shuns all converse with man kind,As though some one his griefs might spy,And soothe them with…
Earth, Ocean, Air, belovèd brotherhood!
With aught of natural piety to feelYour love, and recompense the boon with mine;If dewy morn, and odorous noon, and even,With sunset and its gorgeous ministers,And solemn midnight’s tingling silentness;If Autumn’s hollow sighs in the sere wood,And Winter robing with pure snow and crownsOf starry ice the gray grass and bare boughs;If Spring’s voluptuous pantings…