Inconstantly the south-wind blows,
But steadily the north.
Thy star, O Venus! often changes
Its radiant seat above,
The chilling pole-star never ranges —
‘Tis thus with Hate and Love.
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All that remains of thee these plaits unfold,Calm hair meandering in pellucid gold.
MANY love music but for music’s sake;
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TO turn my volumes o’er nor find
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Catch her and hold her if you can–
Shuts, opens, and then holds it spreadIn threatening guise over your head.Ah! why did you not start beforeShe reached the porch and closed the door?Simpleton! Will you never learnThat girls and time will not return;Of each you should have made the most;Once gone, they are forever lost.In vain your knuckles knock your brow,In vain will…
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Beneath a cool syringa’s scented shade,Or wavy willow, by the running stream,Brimful of moral, where the dragon-fly,Wanders as careless and content as I.Thanks for this fancy, insect king,Of purple crest and filmy wing,Who with indifference givest upThe water-lily’s golden cup,To come again and overlookWhat I am writing in my book.Believe me, most who read the…
Nor empty are the honours that we pay
Brimfull with grateful reminiscences;Compassion is excited; the most sternRelent; and better even the best return.Such, Teresita, were my thoughts, all day,All night, when thou wert carried to thy homeEternal, amid tears thou couldst not share,Thither where none, not even of joy, are shed.Surrounded with God’s own serenityIs that pure brow rais’d humbly to his throne.Leaving…