How little dreaming all the while
That full heart throbbed to overflow
With that sweet look and lively tone
And bright eye shining all the day
They could not guess at midnight lone
How she would weep the time away
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Shall Earth no more inspire thee,
Since passion may not fire theeShall nature cease to bow ?Thy mind is ever movingIn regions dark to thee;Recall its useless roving –Come back and dwell with me –I know my mountain breezesEnchant annd soothe thee still –I know my sunshine pleasesDespite thy wayward will –When day with evening blendingSinks from the summer sky,I’ve seen…
How clear she shines! How quietly
While heaven and earth are whispering me,‘ Tomorrow, wake, but, dream to-night.’Yes, Fancy, come, my Fairy love!These throbbing temples softly kiss;And bend my lonely couch aboveAnd bring me rest, and bring me bliss.The world is going; dark world, adieu!Grim world, conceal thee till the day;The heart, thou canst not all subdue,Must still resist, if thou…
Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away;
Every leaf speaks bliss to meFluttering from the autumn tree.I shall smile when wreaths of snowBlossom where the rose should grow;I shall sing when night’s decayUshers in a drearier day.
Hope was but a timid friend;
Watching how my fate would tend,Even as selfish-hearted men.She was cruel in her fear;Through the bars, one dreary day,I looked out to see her there,And she turned her face away!Like a false guard, false watch keeping,Still, in strife, she whispered peace;She would sing while I was weeping;If I listened, she would cease.False she was, and…
Part I
From the burdened spray;Heavy broods the damp mistOn Uplands far away;Heavy looms the dull sky,Heavy rolls the sea –And heavy beats the young heartBeneath that lonely Tree –Never has a blue streakCleft the clouds since morn –Never has his grim FateSmiled since he was born –Frowning on the infant,Shadowing childhood’s joy;Guardian angel knows notThat melancholy…
In the dungeon-crypts, idly did I stray,
‘Draw the ponderous bars! open, Warder stern!’He dared not say me nay – the hinges harshly turn.‘Our guests are darkly lodged,’ I whisper’d, gazing throughThe vault, whose grated eye showed heaven more grey than blue;(This was when glad spring laughed in awaking pride;)‘Aye, darkly lodged enough!’ returned my sullen guide.Then, God forgive my youth; forgive…