Then one poor year a thousand years would be,The flush of welcome ever on the cheek:So could we live long life in little space,So time itself would be annihilate,So a day’s journey in oblivious hazeTo serve ourjoys would lengthen and dilate.O to arrive each Monday morn from Ind!To land each Tuesday from the rich Levant!In…
He slants his neck beneath the waters brightSo silently, it seems a beam of lightCome from the galaxy: anon he sports,–With outspread wings the Naiad Zephyr courts,Or ruffles all the surface of the lakeIn striving from its crystal face to takeSome diamond water drops, and them to treasureIn milky nest, and sip them off at…
And watching, with eternal lids apart,Like nature’s patient, sleepless Eremite,The moving waters at their priest-like taskOf pure ablution round earth’s human shores,Or gazing on the new soft-fallen maskOf snow upon the mountains and the moors —No — yet still stedfast, still unchangeable,Pillow’d upon my fair love’s ripening breast,To feel for ever its soft fall and…
Thine ear, and find thy gentle heart; so wellWould passion arm me for the enterprize:But ah! I am no knight whose foeman dies;No cuirass glistens on my bosom’s swell;I am no happy shepherd of the dellWhose lips have trembled with a maiden’s eyes.Yet must I doat upon thee,–call thee sweet,Sweeter by far than Hybla’s honied…
If e’er returning vigour bid these weakAnd languid limbs their gladsome strength regain,Well may thy brow the placid glow retainOf sweet content and thy pleas’d eye may speakThe conscious self applause, but should I seekTo utter what this heart can feel, Ah! vainWere the attempt! Yet kindest friends while o’erMy couch ye bend, and watch…
All the house is asleep, but we know very wellThat the jealous, the jealous old bald-pate may hear.Tho’ you’ve padded his night-cap — O sweet Isabel!Tho’ your feet are more light than a Fairy’s feet,Who dances on bubbles where brooklets meet,–Hush, hush! soft tiptoe! hush, hush my dear!For less than a nothing the jealous can…
So on a Delphic reed my idle sprightSo play’d, so charm’d, so conquer’d, so bereftThe dragon-world of all its hundred eyes,And, seeing it asleep, so fled away:Not to pure Ida with its snow-cold skies,Nor unto Tempe where Jove griev’d a day;But to that second circle of sad hell,Where ‘mid the gust, the whirlwind, and the…
As one who sits ashore and longs perchanceTo visit dolphin-coral in deep seas.So thou wast blind;–but then the veil was rent,For Jove uncurtain’d Heaven to let thee live,And Neptune made for thee a spumy tent,And Pan made sing for thee his forest-hive;Aye on the shores of darkness there is light,And precipices show untrodden green,There is…
Where gingerbread wives have a scanty saleAnd gingerbread nuts are smallish.————-Rantipole Betty she ran down a hillAnd kicked up her petticoats fairly;Says I I’ll be Jack if you will be Gill–So she sat on the grass debonairly.Here’s somebody coming, here’s somebody coming!Says I ’tis the wind at a parley;So without any fuss any hawing and…
With heaviness; in seasons when I’ve thoughtNo spherey strains by me could e’er be caughtFrom the blue dome, though I to dimness gazeOn the far depth where sheeted lightning plays;Or, on the wavy grass outstretched supinely,Pry ‘mong the stars, to strive to think divinely:That I should never hear Apollo’s song,Though feathery clouds were floating all…
