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The moon looks
On many brooks,
While yazing on the Moon's Light. And when once the young heart of a maiden is stolen, The maiden herself will steal after it soon.
Nl Oinens. 'Tis sweet to think that where'er we rove
We are sure to find something blissful and dear; And that when we're far from the lips we love, We've but to make love to the lips we are near.
'Tis sweet to think. 'Tis believ'd that this harp which I wake now for thee Was a siren of old who sung under the sea.
The Origin of the Harp.
Love's Young Dream.
I saw thy Form.
By that Lake whose gloomy Shore. 'Tis the last rose of summer,
Left blooming alone. The Last Rose of Summer.
And fond ones are flown,
And the best of all ways
To lengthen our days
The Young May Moon.
1 This image was suggested by the following thought, which occurs somewhere in Sir William Jones's Works: “The moon looks upon many nightflowers; the night-flower sees but one moon."
2 In imitation of Shenstone's inscription, “ Heu! quanto minus est cum reliquis versari quam tui meminisse."
You may break, you may shatter the vase if you will, But the scent of the roses will hang round it still.
Farewell! But whenever you welcome the Hour.
The traveller at first goes out,
And looks around in fear and doubt.
By cloudless starlight on he treads,
I'd mourn the Hopes.
No eye to watch, and no tongue to wound us,
Come o'er the Sea.
The light that lies
The Time I've lost in wooing.
Were woman's looks,
Come, rest in this Bosom.
As slow our Ship. Wert thou all that I wish thee, great, glorious, and free, First flower of the earth and first gem of the sea.
All that's bright must fade,
The brightest still the fleetest;
All that's Bright must fade.
Those evening bells! those evening bells !
Those Evening Bells.
Ere slumber's chain has bound me,
The smiles, the tears,
Of boyhood's years,
Oft in the Stilly Night.
Who treads alone
Whose lights are fled,
Whose garlands dead,
Ibid. As half in shade and half in sun
This world along its path advances,
Peace be around Thee. If I speak to thee in friendship's name,
Thou think'st I speak too coldly; If I mention love's devoted flame,
Thou say'st I speak too boldly. How shall I woo? A friendship that like love is warm ; A love like friendship, steady.
Ibid. The bird let loose in Eastern skies,
Returning fondly home,
Where idle warblers roam;
But high she shoots through air and light,
Above all low delay,
Nor shadow dims her way. Oh that I had Wings.
This world is all a fleeting show,
For man's illusion given;
This World is all a fleeting Show.
Sound the loud timbrel o'er Egypt's dark sea!
Sound the loud Timbrel.
As down in the sunless retreats of the ocean
Sweet flowers are springing no mortal can see, So deep in my soul the still prayer of devotion,
Unheard by the world, rises silent to Thee.
As still to the star of its worship, though clouded,
The needle points faithfully o'er the dim sea,
The Heart's Prayer.
Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish;
Come, ye Disconsolate.
Oh call it by some better name,
Oh call it by some better Name.
When twilight dews are falling soft
Upon the rosy sea, love,
When Twilight Dews.
I give thee all, — I can no more,
Though poor the off'ring be;
My Heart and Lute.
The dream of home, the dream of home,
The Dream of Home.
Evenings in Greece. First Evening.
As once I play'd and sung,
If Thou would'st have Me sing and play.
To weep, yet scarce know why;
Then throw it idly by. The Blue Stocking. Ay, down to the dust with them, slaves as they are !
From this hour let the blood in their dastardly veins, That shrunk at the first touch of Liberty's war, Be wasted for tyrants, or stagnant in chains.
On the Entry of the Austrians into Naples, 1821. This narrow isthmus 'twixt two boundless seas, The past, the future, - two eternities!
Lalla Rookh. The Veileil Prophet of Khorassan. But Faith, fanatic Faith, once wedded fast To some dear falsehood, hugs it to the last.
1 This song was introduced in Kemble's “Lodoiska," act iii. sc. 1.