Away! Away! Away with her, young lover,

Let us away and purge our melancholyWith the last laughter at the Ambigu!Here all is real. Here glory’s self is trueThrough each regime to its own mission holyOf plying still the world with something newTo cure its ache, or nobly souled or lowly.One title Paris holds above the restUntouched by time or fortune’s change or…

That the world loved you, all the world and I?Or was your heart of so sublime a stuffThat it might trifle with inconstancyAnd love and cease to love and yet not die?Heaven was your throne by right of happinessAnd Earth your footstool. All things great and highWaited your bidding, love itself no less.Yet, if you…

Whom no cajoleries, nor stratagemsOf beauty’s power, nor wisdom’s sophistries,E’er turned aside from his appointed way,But falcon–like, who with relentless footAnd pinions spread above his captured prey,Holds his high way in heaven absolute,Nor heeds our questionings: that this same deathShould have grown soft and yielded to love’s tears,And drawn his talons from their fleshly sheath,And…

And modern innkeepers, who cringe and bow,And venal echoes, and Pans paid to pipe!See, I am come. And here in vineyards, ripeWith sweet white grapes, I will sit down and readOnce more the loves of Rousseau, till I wipeMy eyes in tenderness for names long dead.This is the birthplace of all sentiment,The fount of modern…

As in the shade he lay a weary heap.For, while he rested, still it seemed to himHe rode towards the city of his love,Only in mirth not sadness. And, behold,In his soothed bosom Hope, a brooding dove,Had made again her nest, and manifoldFair pleasures round him seemed to perch and singLike wild birds in the…

To till the thankless earth with sweat of brow,Following dull oxen ‘neath a goad of careTo a boor’s grave agape behind the plough.It better were to linger in some slowUnnatural case, the sport of flood or fire,To be undone by some inhuman vowAnd robbed in youth of youth and its desire.It better were to perish…

And he lay there as they left him when he came from the CorridaIn his gold embroidered jacket and his red cloak and his pride.But at cockcrow in the morning, when the convents of SevillaSuddenly rang loud to matins, Sanchez wakened with a cry,And he called to Mariquita, bade her summon his cuadrilla,That they all…

In gardens green which front the violet sea,A happy fortress shut and guarded well,And cradled ever on the mountain’s knee:Here Monsieur Blanc, sad prince of industry,Has reared the palace which men call his hell:And here in autumn days, when winds blow free,Pleasure shall lead us to sin’s citadel.Alas for vice! Yet, who dares moralize,In the…

In sable robes and grief’s mute pageantry,For loves that died ere they had ever been,Or whether on the edge of joys set keen,While all the stage with laughter is agog,Death stepping forward with an altered mienPulls off his mask, and speaks the epilogue?Life is a play acted by dying men,Where, if its heroes seem to…

If that her kinsmen should thy deed discoverIll might it fare with thee for her love’s sake.Away with her to thine own palace walls,Where thou shalt cherish her, and none may know.Thy grief alone in those sad funeralsWas left behind and thou art quit of woe.Oh, happy bridal! Now let songs be sung,Lead forth the…

Piping all day where the Nile pastures endAnd the white sand beginsAmong the rocks.The wheeling eagles mocked me high there from the skies,The red blast of the desert windHath seared mine eyes.I saw a lady pass, (what lady?) none could tell,Nor of her tribe nor race,Of Roum or Franjistan or Fars or Hind;None knew. But…

Shall make to him I love of my great loving,My faith unchanged, nor plead it in fool’s fashion.Ah, is he weary of too full possession,Of this poor body’s zeal which naught denied him,Of a Queen’s pride enthroned too near beside him,Her parliament of joy in too long session?Nay, but she held as naught for him…