#English #Women
Though thou return unto the former… Fields, woods, and gardens, where… In other days, and not a bough, br… Of tree, or meadow, but the same a… As when thou lovedst them in forme…
The merriest time of all the year Is the time when the leaves begin… When the chestnut-trees turn yello… And the flowers are withering one… When the thick green sward is grow…
Better trust all, and be deceived, And weep that trust, and that dece… Than doubt one heart, that, if bel… Had blessed one’s life with true b… Oh, in this mocking world, too fas…
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…
My feet shall tread no more thy mo… When once they turn away, thou Pl… Nor ever more, reflected in thy ti… Will shine the eyes of the White… But often in my dreams, when I am…
I would I knew the lady of thy he… She whom thou lov’st, perchance, a… She unto whom thy thoughts and wis… Those thoughts, in which, alas! I… Oh, I have sat and sighed, thinki…
If in thy heart the spring of joy… All beauteous things, being reflec… Most beautiful and joyful do appea… But if that treasure hath been fro… If emptiness, and darkness, in thy…
Thou little star, that in the purp… Hang’st, like a dewdrop, in a viol… First gem of evening, glittering o… ‘Mid whose dark folds the day lies… As through my tears my soul looks…
I saw one whom I love more than m… Stand on a perilous edge of slippe… Under her feet the waters’ furious… And all around the thunder of thei… She stood and smiled, while terror…
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…
Now in the west is spread A golden bed; Great purple curtains hang around, With fiery fringes bound, And cushions, crimson red,
Once more, once more into the sunn… Oh, let me stray! And drink the joy that young exist… On a bright, cloudless day. Once more let me behold the summer…
Spirit, bright spirit! from thy na… Answer me! answer me! oh, let me h… Thy voice, and know that thou inde… That from the bonds in which thou’… Thou hast not broken free, thou ar…
Dear, yet forbidden thoughts, that… While shines the weary sun, with s… I drive away; why, when my spirits… Shrouded in the cold sleep of mise… Do ye return, to mock me with fals…
When the dawn O’er hill and dale Throws her bright veil, Oh, think of me! When the rain
