Inter marmoreas Leonora pendula colles
Is it that in some brighter sphere...
Is not to-day enough? Why do I peer
*It floats with rainbow pinions o'er the stream
It is the day when all the sons of God
It lieth, gazing on the midnight sky,
It was a bright and cheerful afternoon,
Kissing Helena, together...
Lady, my duty to his Holiness...
Let those who pine in pride or in revenge,
*Life of Life! thy lips enkindle
Lift not the painted veil which those who live
Like the ghost of a dear friend dead
*Listen! listen! he is coming,
Listen, listen, Mary mine,
Lo, Peter in Hell's Grosvenor-square,
Madonna, wherefore hast thou sent to me
Maiden, quench the glare of sorrow
*Maiden, the world's supremest spirit...
Many a green isle needs must be
Melodious Arethusa, o'er my verse
Men of England, wherefore plough
*Methought a star came down from heaven,
Methought I was a billow in the crowd
Mighty eagle! thou that soarest
*Mighty Empress! Death's white wife!
Mine eyes were dim with tears unshed;
Monarch of Gods and Dæmons, and all Spirits
Month after month the gathered rains descend
Moonbeam, leave the shadowy vale,
Most glorious among spirits, thus doth strength
Muse, sing the deeds of golden Aphrodite,
Music, when soft voices die,
*My coursers are fed with the lightning,
My dearest Mary, wherefore hast thou gone,...
My faint spirit was sitting in the light
My head is heavy, my limbs are weary,
My head is wild with weeping for a grief
My lost William, thou in whom
My Song, I fear that thou wilt find but few
*My song, I fear that thou wilt find but few...
*My soul is an enchanted boat
My spirit like a charmed bark doth swim
My thoughts arise and fade in solitude,
*My wings are folded o'er mine cars : ...
Night, with all thine eyes look down!
Night! with all thine eyes look down!
No access to the Duke! You have not said
No, Music, thou art not the "food of Love,”...
Nor happiness, nor majesty, nor fame,
Not far from hence. From yonder pointed hill,
Now the last day of many days,
O, Bacchus, what a world of toil, both now ...
*0, follow, follow!
O happy Earth! reality of Heaven!
O happy Earth! reality of Heaven!
O Mary dear, that you were here
O mighty mind, in whose deep stream this age
O pillow cold and wet with tears!
O that a chariot of cloud were mine!
O that mine enemy had written
O there are spirits of the air
O thou immortal deity
O thou, who plumed with strong desire...
O thou whose dear love gleamed upon the gloomy path
O universal mother, who dost keep
O, wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being,
Offspring of Jove, Calliope, once more
Oh, memory! permit it not
Oh! take the pure gem to where southerly breezes,
Oh, world! oh, life! oh, time !
On the brink of the night and the morning,
Once, early in the morning,
*Once more descend
One sung of thee who left the tale untold,
*One with eyes the fairest
One word is too often profaned
Orphan hours, the year is dead,
Our boat is asleep on Serchio's stream,
Rarely, rarely, comest thou,
Reach me that handkerchief!-My brain is hurt;
Returning from its daily quest, my Spirit
Rome has fallen, ye see it lying
Rough wind, that moanest loud
Sacred Goddess, Mother Earth,
See you opening flower...
*Send the stars light, but send not love to me,
Shall we roam, my love,
She saw me not-she heard me not-alone
She was an aged woman; and the years
Silence! O well are Death and Sleep and Thou
Silver key of the fountain of tears,
Sing, Muse, the son of Maia and of Jove,...
Sister, it is not earthly: how it glides
Sleep, sleep on! forget thy pain;
So now my summer-task is ended, Mary,
So we sate joyous as the morning ray
*Soon a crab the throat will seize
*Stars! your balmiest influence shed!
Such hope, as is the sick despair of good,
Such was Zonoras; and as daylight finds...
Summer was dead and Autumn was expiring,
Sweet Spirit! Sister of that orphan one,...
Sweet star, which gleaming o'er the darksome scene
Swift as a spirit hastening to his task
Swifter far than summer's flight-
Swiftly walk over the western wave,
Tell me, thou star, whose wings of light
Thanks, gentlemen. I heartily accept
That matter of the murder is hushed up
That night we anchored in a woody bay,...
That time is dead for ever, child,
*The artist who this idol wrought,
The awful shadow of some unseen Power
The babe is at peace within the womb,
The billows on the beach are leaping around it,
The cold earth slept below,
*The curtain of the Universe
The death-bell beats!-
The fierce beasts of the woods and wildernesses
The fiery mountains answer each other; ...
The fitful alternations of the rain,
The flower that smiles to-day
The Fountains mingle with the River
The gentleness of rain was in the wind
The golden gates of Sleep unbar
*The joy, the triumph, the delight, the madness!...
The keen stars were twinkling,
*The limits of the sphere of dream,
The odour from the flower is gone
The old man took the oars, and soon the bark
The pale stars are gone!
The pale, the cold, and the moony smile...
The path through which that lovely twain
The Pope is stern; not to be moved or bent.
The present and the past thou hast beheld: ...
The rose that drinks the fountain dew
The rude wind is singing
The season was the childhood of sweet June,
The serpent is shut out from paradise.
The sleepless Hours who watch me as I lie,
The spider spreads her webs, whether she be...
The star-light smile of children, the sweet looks...
*The stubble is yellow, the corn is green,
The sun is set; the swallows are asleep ; ...
The sun is warm, the sky is clear,
The sun makes music as of old
The transport of a fierce and monstrous gladness
The viewless and invisible Consequence
*The voice of the Spirits of Air and of Earth...
The warm sun is failing, the bleak wind is wailing,
The waters are flashing,
The wind has swept from the wide atmosphere
The world is dreary,
The world is now our dwelling-place;
*The world's great age begins anew,
There is a voice, not understood by all,
There is a warm and gentle atmosphere
There is an obsolete and doubtful law
There late was one within whose subtle being,
There was a little lawny islet
There was a Power in this sweet place,
There was a youth, who, as with toil and travel,
These are two friends whose lives were undivided ;...
*This is the day, which down the void abysin
*Those whom nor power, nor lying faith, nor toil,
Thou art fair, and few are fairer
Thou art the wine whose drunkenness is all
Thou supreme Goddess! by whose power divine
Thou taintest all thou lookest upon! The stars,
Thou wert not, Cassius, and thou couldst not be,
Thou wert the morning star among the living,
Three days the flowers of the garden fair,
*Thrice three hundred thousand years
Thus do the generations of the earth...
Thus to be lost and thus to sink and die,...
Thy country's curse is on thee, darkest crest...
Thy dewy looks sink in my breast;
Thy little footsteps on the sands
'Tis midnight, and Orsino comes not yet...
'Tis midnight now-athwart the murky air,...
"Tis the terror of tempest. The rags of the sail ...
*To the deep, to the deep,
To thirst and find no fill-to wail and wander
Tremble Kings despised of man!
'Twas at the season when the Earth upsprings
"Twas dead of the night, when I sat in my dwelling;
Unfathomable Sea! whose waves are years,
Unrisen splendour of the brightest sun,
*Victorious wrong, with vulture scream,
Wake the serpent not-lest he...
Was there a human spirit in the steed,
We are as clouds that veil the midnight moon;
*We join the throng
We meet not as we parted,
We strew these opiate flowers
*Weak verses, go, kneel at your Sovereign's feet,
Wealth and dominion fade into the mass...
Weep not, my gentle boy; he struck but me
Welcome, my friends and kinsmen; welcome ye,
*Were it not a sweet refuge, Emily,
What! alive and so bold, oh earth?
What art thou, Presumptuous, who profanest
What is that joy which serene infancy
What Mary is when she a little smiles
What think you the dead are?
What thoughts had sway over my sister's slumber
What veiled form sits on that ebon throne?
What was the shriek that struck fancy's ear
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