The billows on the beach are leaping around it,
The bark is weak and frail,
The sea looks black, and the clouds that bound it... more »
Where art thou, beloved To-morrow?
When young and old, and strong and weak,
Rich and poor, through joy and sorrow,... more »
Brothers! between you and me
Whirlwinds sweep and billows roar:
Yet in spirit oft I see... more »
A Sensitive Plant in a garden grew,
And the young winds fed it with silver dew,... more »
The keen stars were twinkling,
And the fair moon was rising among them,
Dear Jane.... more »
Thy little footsteps on the sands
Of a remote and lonely shore;
The twinkling of thine infant hands,
Where now the worm will feed no more;... more »
From The Italian Of Dante
Ye who intelligent the Third Heaven move,
Hear the discourse which is within my heart,... more »
Tremble, Kings despised of man!
Ye traitors to your Country,
Tremble! Your parricidal plan
At length shall meet its destiny...... more »
PEOPLE of England, ye who toil and groan,
Who reap the harvests which are not your own,
Who weave the clothes which your oppressors wear,... more »
Far, far away, O ye
Halcyons of Memory,
Seek some far calmer nest... more »
I stood upon a heaven-cleaving turret
Which overlooked a wide Metropolis--
And in the temple of my heart my Spirit... more »
Thy dewy looks sink in my breast;
Thy gentle words stir poison there;
Thou hast disturbed the only rest... more »
Those whom nor power, nor lying faith, nor toil,
Nor custom, queen of many slaves, makes blind,
Have ever grieved that man should be the spoil... more »
Methought I was a billow in the crowd
Of common men, that stream without a shore,
That ocean which at once is deaf and loud;... more »
(With what truth may I say--
Roma! Roma! Roma!
Non e piu come era prima!)... more »
Ah! sweet is the moonbeam that sleeps on yon fountain,
And sweet the mild rush of the soft-sighing breeze,... more »
Fierce roars the midnight storm
O'er the wild mountain,
Dark clouds the night deform,
Swift rolls the fountain--... more »
Alas, good friend, what profit can you see
In hating such a hateless thing as me?
There is no sport in hate where all the rage... more »
Returning from its daily quest, my Spirit
Changed thoughts and vile in thee doth weep to find:... more »
Muse, sing the deeds of golden Aphrodite,
Who wakens with her smile the lulled delight
Of sweet desire, taming the eternal kings... more »
From the Greek.
Eagle! why soarest thou above that tomb?
To what sublime and star-ypaven home... more »
Fairest of the Destinies,
Disarray thy dazzling eyes:
Keener far thy lightnings are... more »
Ah! grasp the dire dagger and couch the fell spear,
If vengeance and death to thy bosom be dear,... more »
And earnest to explore within--around--
The divine wood, whose thick green living woof... more »
Yes! all is past--swift time has fled away,
Yet its swell pauses on my sickening mind;
How long will horror nerve this frame of clay?... more »
At the creation of the Earth
Pleasure, that divinest birth,
From the soil of Heaven did rise,... more »
'What art thou, Presumptuous, who profanest
The wreath to mighty poets only due,
Even whilst like a forgotten moon thou wanest?... more »
Guido, I would that Lapo, thou, and I,
Led by some strong enchantment, might ascend... more »
To thirst and find no fill—to wail and wander
With short unsteady steps—to pause and ponder--
To feel the blood run through the veins and tingle... more »
'Do you not hear the Aziola cry?
Methinks she must be nigh,'
Said Mary, as we sate... more »
See yon opening flower
Spreads its fragrance to the blast;
It fades within an hour,
Its decay is pale--is fast.... more »
[I am afraid these verses will not please you, but]
If I esteemed you less, Envy would kill
Pleasure, and leave to Wonder and Despair... more »
Art thou indeed forever gone,
Forever, ever, lost to me?
Must this poor bosom beat alone,... more »
Night, with all thine eyes look down!
Darkness shed its holiest dew!
When ever smiled the inconstant moon... more »
'Twas dead of the night when I sate in my dwelling,
One glimmering lamp was expiring and low,--
Around the dark tide of the tempest was swelling,... more »
That time is dead for ever, child!
Drowned, frozen, dead for ever!
We look on the past... more »
Bright ball of flame that through the gloom of even
Silently takest thine aethereal way,
And with surpassing glory dimm'st each ray... more »
O World! O Life! O Time!
On whose last steps I climb,
Trembling at that where I had stood before;
When will return the glory of your prime?
No more -Oh, never more!
Out of the day and night
A joy has taken flight:
Fresh spring, and summer, and winter hoar
Move my faint heart with grief, but with delight
No more -Oh, never more!
Oh! there are spirits of the air,
And genii of the evening breeze,
And gentle ghosts, with eyes as fair
As star-beams among twilight trees:
Such lovely ministers to meet
Oft hast thou turned from men thy lonely feet.
With mountain winds, and babbling springs,
And moonlight seas, that are the voice