Wand’ring with thee in the delicio… What visions meet me of those far-… When all my youth’s fresh springs… Lay lock’d beneath the spell of th… Whose blood is in thy veins.—I ga…

When the dawn O’er hill and dale Throws her bright veil, Oh, think of me! When the rain

The end is come: in thunder and wi… Autumn has stormed the golden hous… She going—lingers yet—sweet glance… Of kind farewell upon the land she… And leaves. No more the sunny lan…

I look along the dusty dreary way, So lately strew’d with blossoms fr… The sweet procession of the year i… And wither’d whirling leaves run r… Like throngs of tatter’d beggars f…

The blossoms hang again upon the t… As when with their sweet breath th… Against my casement, on that sunny… When thou, first blossom of my spr… And as I lay, panting from the fi…

WHO FELL FROM A PRECI… What said to thee those angels ter… Whose sudden pinions swept thee fr… When o’er us all the awful horror… That turned thy mid-day sunshine i…

We are the ghosts of those small f… That in the opening of the year, ‘Neath rosemary and myrtle bowers, In crimson vests appear. Far, underneath the blue pine wood…

Blaspheme not thou thy sacred life… O’er joys that God hath for a sea… Perchance to try thy spirit, and i… Effeminate soul and base! weakly t… There lies no desert in the land o…

Cover me with your everlasting arm… Ye guardian giants of this solitud… From the ill-sight of men, and fro… Tumultuous din of yon wild world’s… Oh, knit your mighty limbs around,…

Oft let me wander hand in hand wit… In woodland paths, and lone seques… What time the sunny banks and moss… With dewy wreaths of early violets… Into the air their fragrant incens…

With these two kisses on thine eye… I melt thy sleep away’€”arise! For look, my love, Phœbus his go… Hath laid upon the white mane of t… And springing from the fresh brine…

What though the sun must set, and… Shall we turn coldly from the bles… And o’er the heavens call an earli… Because the longest day must end i… What though the golden summer flie…

Knowest thou not that of all human… God chooses love?—alone, that may… Upon His altar, who hath all thin… And find acceptance:—to the hand t… That precious price, the gates of…

But to be still! oh, but to cease… The panting breath and hurrying st… The sights, the sounds, the strugg… Of hourly being; the sharp, biting… Of action, fretting on the tighten…

I never shall forget thee’€”'tis a… Thou oft nust hear, for surely the… On whom thy wondrous eyes have eve… But for a moment, or who e’er have… Thy voice’s deep impassioned melod…