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Song. (From The Portuguese)
Song. (From The Portuguese)
If thou art sleeping, maiden,
Awake, and open thy door:
'Tis the break of day, and we must away,
O'er meadow, and mount…
Songo River. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Fourth)
Songo River. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Fourth)
Nowhere such a devious stream,
Save in fancy or in dream,
Winding slow through bush and brake,
L…
Song Of The Silent Land. (From The German Of Salis)
Song Of The Silent Land. (From The German Of Salis)
Into the Silent Land!
Ah! who shall lead us thither?
Clouds in the evening sky more darkly gather,
Song
Song
Where, from the eye of day,
The dark and silent river
Pursues through tangled woods a way
O'er which the tall trees quiver;
…
Something Left Undone
Something Left Undone
Labor with what zeal we will,
Something still remains undone,
Something uncompleted still
Waits the rising of the sun.
…
Sleep
Sleep
Lull me to sleep, ye winds, whose fitful sound
Seems from some faint Aeolian harp-string caught;
Seal up the hundred wakeful eyes of thought …
Santa Teresa's Bookmark. (From The Spanish Of Santa Teresa)
Santa Teresa's Bookmark. (From The Spanish Of Santa Teresa)
Let nothing disturb thee,
Nothing affright thee
All things are passing;
God never chang…
Silent Love. (From The German)
Silent Love. (From The German)
Who love would seek,
Let him love evermore
And seldom speak:
For in love's domain
Silence must reign;
Or…
Rondel. (From Froissart)
Rondel. (From Froissart)
Love, love, what wilt thou with this heart of mine?
Naught see I fixed or sure in thee!
I do not know thee,--nor what deeds are …
Sandalphon. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The First)
Sandalphon. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The First)
Have you read in the Talmud of old,
In the Legends the Rabbins have told
Of the limitless realms of the …
Remorse. (From August Von Platen)
Remorse. (From August Von Platen)
How I started up in the night, in the night,
Drawn on without rest or reprieval!
The streets, with their watchmen, were…
Prometheus, Or, The Poet's Forethought. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The First)
Prometheus, Or, The Poet's Forethought. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The First)
Of Prometheus, how undaunted
On Olympus' shining bastions
His audacious foot…
Picture-Writing
Picture-Writing
In those days said Hiawatha,
"Lo! how all things fade and perish!
From the memory of the old men
Pass away the great traditio…
Paul Revere's Ride (The Landlord's Tale)
Paul Revere's Ride (The Landlord's Tale)
Listen, my children, and you shall hear
Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere,
On the eighteenth of April, in 'Sev…
Oliver Basselin. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The First)
Oliver Basselin. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The First)
In the Valley of the Vire
Still is seen an ancient mill,
With its gables quaint and queer,
An…
Ovid In Exile, At Tomis, In Bessarabia, Near The Mouths Of The Danube
Ovid In Exile, At Tomis, In Bessarabia, Near The Mouths Of The Danube
(Tristia, Book III. Elegy X.)
Should any one there in Rome remember Ovid the exile,…
O Ship of State
O Ship of State
Thou, too, sail on, O Ship of State!
Sail on, O Union, strong and great!
Humanity with all its fears,
With all the hopes of future …
Old Age. (Sonnet IV.)
Old Age. (Sonnet IV.)
The course of my long life hath reached at last,
In fragile bark o'er a tempestuous sea,
The common harbor, where must rendered be …
My Lost Youth
My Lost Youth
Often I think of the beautiful town
That is seated by the sea;
Often in thought go up and down
The pleasant streets of that dear old …
Nature
Nature
As a fond mother, when the day is o'er,
Leads by the hand her little child to bed,
Half willing, half reluctant to be led,
And leave h…
Morituri Salutamus: Poem for the Fiftieth Anniversary of th
Morituri Salutamus: Poem for the Fiftieth Anniversary of th
Tempora labuntur, tacitisque senescimus annis,
Et fugiunt freno non remorante dies.
Ovid, Fas…
Musings
Musings
I sat by my window one night,
And watched how the stars grew high;
And the earth and skies were a splendid sight
To a sober and musin…
Milton
Milton
I pace the sounding sea-beach and behold
How the voluminous billows roll and run,
Upheaving and subsiding, while the sun
Shines through thei…
Moods
Moods
Oh that a Song would sing itself to me
Out of the heart of Nature, or the heart
Of man, the child of Nature, not of Art,
Fresh as the m…