Before her ran an influence fleet,That bowed my heart like barley bending.As, in bare fields, the searching beesPilot to blooms beyond our finding,It led me on, by sweet degreesJoy’s simple honey-cells unbinding.Those Graces were that seemed grim Fates;With nearer love the sky leaned o’er me;The long-sought Secret’s golden gatesOn musical hinges swung before me.I saw…
The seasons toil that it may blow again,And summer’s heart doth feel its every ill;Nor is a true soul ever born for naught;Wherever any such hath lived and died,There hath been something for true freedom wrought,Some bulwark levelled on the evil side:Toil on, then, Greatness! thou art in the right,However narrow souls may call thee…
So is my memory thrilled and stirred;—I only know she came and went.As clasps some lake, by gusts unriven,The blue dome’s measureless content,So my soul held that moment’s heaven;—I only know she came and went.As, at one bound, our swift spring heapsThe orchards full of bloom and scent,So clove her May my wintry sleeps;—I only…
I had not a friend nor a toy,But I had Aladdin’s lamp;When I could not sleep for the cold,I had fire enough in my brain,And builded, with roofs of gold,My beautiful castles in Spain!Since then I have toiled day and night,I have money and power good store,But I’d give all my lamps of silver brightFor…
And gave them, in few words, his parting charge!‘My son and daughter, me ye see no more;The happy hunting-grounds await me, greenWith change of spring and summer through the year:But, for remembrance, after I am gone,Be kind to little Sheemah for my sake:Weakling he is and young, and knows not yetTo set the trap, or…
And, fancying half, half hoping, traceSome maiden shape of tenderest graceTo be their Valentine.Let other hearts with tremor sweetOne secret wish enshrineThat Fate may lead their happy feetFair Julia in the lane to meetTo be their Valentine.But I, far happier, am secure;I know the eyes benign,The face more beautiful and pureThan fancy’s fairest portraitureThat mark…
I.AGASSIZ Come Dicesti _egli ebbe?_ non viv’ egli ancora? Non fiere gli occhi suoi lo dolce lome?IThe electric nerve, whose instantaneous thrillMakes next-door gossips of the antipodes,Confutes poor Hope’s last fallacy of ease,-The distance that divided her from ill:Earth sentient seems again as when of oldThe horny foot of PanStamped, and the conscious horror ranBeneath…
Ovid in thee a pining Nymph had prisoned,The soul once of some tremulous inland river,Quivering to tell her woe, but, ah! dumb, dumb forever!While all the forest, witched with slumberous moonshine,Holds up its leaves in happy, happy stillness,Waiting the dew, with breath and pulse suspended,I hear afar thy whispering, gleamy islands,And track thee wakeful still…
That sorrow in our happy world must beLove’s deepest spokesman and interpreter.But, as a mother feels her child first stirUnder her heart, so felt I instantlyDeep in my soul another bond to theeThrill with that life we saw depart from her.O mother of our angel-child! twice dear!Death knits as well as parts, and still, I…
And, nursed by day and night, by sun and shower,Doth momently to fresher beauty rise.To us the leafless autumn is not bare,Nor winter’s rattling boughs lack lusty green:Our summer hearts make summer’s fulness whereNo leaf or bud or blossom may be seen:For nature’s life in love’s deep life doth lie,Love,—whose forgetfulness is beauty’s death,Whose mystic…
