#English
One day as on an ass I rode, By many a twisting gully, To where once stood the famed abod… Of philosophic Tully, A shepherd lad with hat aslouch
In the dark shadow of the windless… Whose gloomy glory lines the obseq… Of the gaunt Claudian Aqueduct al… The lone Campagna to sepulchral R… A Northern youth, companionless,…
My northern blood exults to face The rapture of this rough embrace, Glowing in every vein to feel The cordial caress of steel From spear-blue air and sword-blue…
Little maiden just beginning To be comely, arch, and winning, In whose form I catch the traces Of your mother’s gifts and graces, And around whose head the glory
Nay, be not June, nor yet Decembe… But April always, as I find thee… A constant freshness unto me be th… And not the ripeness that must soo… Why should I be Time’s dupe, and…
Blest husbandmen! if they but knew… For whom, from war remote, fair-mi… Teems, to light toil, with ready s… What though from splendid palace s… No servile train, gaping at inlaid…
Let not the roses lie Too thickly tangled round my tomb, Lest fleecy clouds that skim the s… Flinging their faint soft shadows,… And know not over whom.
Had you but shown me living what y… Now I am gone, to keep my grave-p… And I but known what vainly now I… Lying here alone, how happy had I… If you with smiles had gladdened o…
‘If you were mine, if you were min… The day would dawn, the stars woul… The sun would set, the moon arise, In holier and yet heavenlier skies… Then unto me the Year would bring
HE. Halt here awhile. That mossy-cush… Is for your queenliness a natural… As I am fitly couched on this low… Here at your feet.
Sweet lark! that, bedded in the ta… Protractest dewy slumbers, wake, a… The brightest moments of the morni… Thou shouldst be up, and carolling… Go up! go up! and melt into the bl…
By the fates that have fastened ou… By the distance that holds us apar… By our passion, its sweetness, its… By the longing and ache of the hea… By our meeting, our parting, our p…
‘Roses crimson, roses white, Deadly pale or lovely blushing, Both in love with May at sight, And their maiden blood is rushing To and fro in hope to hide
‘Father, farewell! Be not distres… And take my vow, ere I depart, To found a Convent in my breast, And keep a cloister in my heart.’
I could not find the little maid… So out I rushed, and sought her f… But not where Pleasure each new f… Heading the maze of reeling merrim… Nor where, with restless eyes and…
