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Woods in Winter
Woods in Winter
When winter winds are piercing chill,
And through the hawthorn blows the gale,
With solemn feet I tread the hill,
That overbrows th…
Youth And Age. (Sonnet III.)
Youth And Age. (Sonnet III.)
Oh give me back the days when loose and free
To my blind passion were the curb and rein,
Oh give me back the angelic face ag…
Weariness. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Second)
Weariness. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Second)
O little feet! that such long years
Must wander on through hopes and fears,
Must ache and bleed beneath …
Wanderer's Night Songs. (From Goethe)
Wanderer's Night Songs. (From Goethe)
I.
Thou that from the heavens art,
Every pain and sorrow stillest,
And the doubly wretched heart
Doubly…
Voices Of The Night : The Light Of Stars
Voices Of The Night : The Light Of Stars
The night is come, but not too soon;
And sinking silently,
All silently, the little moon
Drops down behind…
Vox Populi. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Third)
Vox Populi. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Third)
When Mazarvan the Magician
Journeyed westward through Cathay,
Nothing heard he but the praises
Of …
Voices Of The Night : Prelude
Voices Of The Night : Prelude
Pleasant it was, when woods were green,
And winds were soft and low,
To lie amid some sylvan scene,
Where, the long d…
Voices Of The Night : L'Envoi
Voices Of The Night : L'Envoi
Ye voices, that arose
After the Evening's close,
And whispered to my restless heart repose!
Go, breathe i…
Voices Of The Night : A Psalm Of Life
Voices Of The Night : A Psalm Of Life
Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
Life is but an empty dream! -
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
And things…
Voices Of The Night : Footsteps of Angels
Voices Of The Night : Footsteps of Angels
When the hours of Day are numbered,
And the voices of the Night
Wake the better soul, that slumbered,
To …
Vittoria Colonna
Vittoria Colonna
Once more, once more, Inarimé,
I see thy purple hills!--once more
I hear the billows of the bay
Wash the white pebbles on thy shor…
Village Blacksmith, The
Village Blacksmith, The
Under a spreading chestnut tree
The village smithy stands;
The Smith, a mighty man is he,
With large and sinewy hands;
Ultima Thule: The Tide Rises, The Tide Falls
Ultima Thule: The Tide Rises, The Tide Falls
The tide rises, the tide falls,
The twilight darkens, the curlew calls;
Along the sea-sands damp and brown <…
Venice
Venice
White swan of cities, slumbering in thy nest
So wonderfully built among the reeds
Of the lagoon, that fences thee and feeds,
As sayeth…
Ultima Thule: Robert Burns
Ultima Thule: Robert Burns
I see amid the fields of Ayr
A ploughman, who, in foul and fair,
Sings at his task
So clear, we know not if it is
…
Ultima Thule: The Poet And His Songs
Ultima Thule: The Poet And His Songs
As the birds come in the Spring,
We know not from where;
As the stars come at evening
From depths of the air; …
Ultima Thule: Night
Ultima Thule: Night
Into the darkness and the hush of night
Slowly the landscape sinks, and fades away,
And with it fade the phantoms of the day,
T…
Ultima Thule: Jugurtha
Ultima Thule: Jugurtha
How cold are thy baths, Apollo!
Cried the African monarch, the splendid,
As down to his death in the hollow
Dark dungeons of…
Ultima Thule: Bayard Taylor
Ultima Thule: Bayard Taylor
Dead he lay among his books!
The peace of God was in his looks.
As the statues in the gloom
Watch o'er Maxi…
Ultima Thule: Elegiac
Ultima Thule: Elegiac
Dark is the morning with mist; in the narrow mouth of the harbor
Motionless lies the sea, under its curtain of cloud;
Dreamily glim…
Travels By The Fireside. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Fourth)
Travels By The Fireside. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Fourth)
The ceaseless rain is falling fast,
And yonder gilded vane,
Immovable for three days past,…
To William E. Channing
To William E. Channing
The pages of thy book I read,
And as I closed each one,
My heart, responding, ever said,
"Servant of God! well done!" …
To The River Yvette. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Fifth)
To The River Yvette. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Fifth)
O lovely river of Yvette!
O darling river! like a bride,
Some dimpled, bashful, fair Lisette, <…
To Vittoria Colonna. (Sonnet V.)
To Vittoria Colonna. (Sonnet V.)
Lady, how can it chance--yet this we see
In long experience--that will longer last
A living image carved from quarries v…