Come Sleep, O Sleep, the certain knot of peace Come up from the fields, father; here's a letter from our Pete Conceit, begotten by the eyes Condemned to Hope's delusive mine Dear Love, let me this evening die Death, be not proud, though some have called thee Die down, O dismal day, and let me live E'en such is time; which takes on trust Ere, in the northern gale. 246 368 258 35 Five years have passed; five summers, with the length 272 15 Fresh clad from heaven in robes of white 301 9 From you have I been absent in the spring 29 Genius and its rewards are briefly told. Give place, ye lovers, here before Go, empty joys Go, lovely Rose! Gone were but the winter cold Go, silly worm, drudge, trudge, and travel Go, Soul, the body's guest Great Monarch of the world, from whose power springs Green little vaulter on the sunny grass. Happy the man, whose wish and care Hardly we breathe, although the air be free Here lies a piece of Christ; a star in dust Her sufferings ended with the day! How fresh, oh Lord, how sweet and clean How happy is he born and taught How soon doth man decay! How wisely Nature did decree I do confess thou 'rt smooth and fair If all the world and Love were young If aught of oaten stop, or pastoral song. If, dumb too long, the drooping Muse hath stayed If the base violence of wicked men If thou wilt ease thine heart If to be absent were to be 378 In this marble buried lies In this marble casket lies In vain to me the smiling mornings shine I I press not to the choir, nor dare I greet I saw where in the shroud did lurk Is this the spot where Rome's eternal foe I stood within the grave's o'er-shadowing vault It is a beauteous evening, calm and free It is not beauty I demand It is not growing like a tree I've heard them lilting at our ewe-milking I was thy neighbour once, thou rugged Pile I weigh not fortune's frown or smile I were unkind unless that I did shed I will not praise the often-flattered rose I wish I were where Helen lies Jerusalem, my happy home My soul, there is a country Mysterious Night! when our first parent knew Nobly, nobly Cape St. Vincent to the North-west died away Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note No victor that in battle spent O blithe new-comer! I have heard Obscurest night involved the sky October's gold is dim-the forests rot O dread was the time, and more dreadful the omen Of all the thoughts of God that are Of Nelson and the North O Goddess, hear these tuneless numbers, wrung Oh faint, delicious, spring-time violet . Oh how much more doth beauty beauteous seem Oh, it is pleasant, with a heart at ease. Oh, lead me not in Pleasure's train Oh to be in England Oh welcome, bat and owlet gray Oh! wherefore come ye forth, in triumph from the North 'O lady, thy lover is dead,' they cried O little feet! that such long years Our life is only death! time that ensu'th O waly, waly up the bank O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being O Winter, wilt thou never, never go? Philosophy! the great and only heir Rise, said the Master, come unto the feast River is time in water; as it came Rose-cheeked Laura, come Roses, their sharp spines being gone Rudely thou wrongest my dear heart's desire Sad is our youth, for it is ever going Say not, the struggle nought availeth See how the orient dew See how the small concentrate fiery force See the chariot at hand here of Love Set me whereas the sun doth parch the green She dwells by great Kenhawa's side She dwelt among the untrodden ways She is far from the land where her young hero sleeps She walks in beauty, like the night Still young and fine! but what is still in view. Sweet order hath its draught of bliss Sweet spring, thou turn'st with all thy goodly train Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean. 381 250 The good in graves as heavenly seed are sown. The lopped tree in time may grow again The lowest trees have tops; the ant her gall The night is late, the house is still |
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