WHERE art thou gone, light-ankled Youth?

And by long strides are left behindThe dear delights of woman-kind,Who win their battles like their loves,In satin waistcoats and kid gloves,And have achiev’d the crowning workWhen they have truss’d and skewer’d a Turk.Another comes with stouter tread,And stalks among the statelier dead.He rushes on, and hails by turnsHigh-crested Scott, broad-breasted Burns,And shows the British…

And small are the white-crested that play near,And smaller onward are the purple waves.Thence festal choirs were visible, all crown’dWith rose and myrtle if they were inborn;If from Pandion sprang they, on the coastWhere stern Athenè rais’d her citadel,Then olive was entwin’d with violetsCluster’d in bosses, regular and large;For various men wore various coronals,But one…

The flames were panting after us, their darts Had pierced to many heartsBefore the Gods, who heard nor prayer nor vow;Temples had sunk to earth, and other smokeO’er riven altars brokeThan curled from myrrh and nard,When like a God amongArm’d hosts and unarm’d throngThee I discern’d, implored, and caught one brief regard.Thou passest: from thy…

All that remains of thee these plaits unfold,Calm hair meandering in pellucid gold.

Some froward, some sedater, some adorn’dFor festival, some reckless of attire.The snow had left the mountain-top; fresh flowersHad withered in the meadow; fig and pruneHung wrinkling; the last apple glow’d amidIts freckled leaves; and weary oxen blinktBetween the trodden corn and twisted vine,Under whose bunches stood the empty crate,To creak ere long beneath them carried…

Remember, while the Sun his blessing shedsUpon the mountain-heads,How often we have watcht him laying downHis brow, and dropt our ownAgainst each other’s, and how faint and shortAnd sliding the support!What will succeed it now? Mine is unblest,Ianthe! nor will restBut on the very thought that swells with pain.O bid me hope again!O give me…