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5 days ago · The Past. Blossoms and leaves, instead of mould? And leaves, the hopes that yet remain. II. Forget the dead, the past? Oh, yet. That joy, once lost, is pain. I. Wilt thou forget the happy hours Which we buried in Love-s sweet bowers, Heaping over their corpses cold Blossoms and leaves, instead of mould? Blosso.
2 days ago · Arise, arise, arise! There is blood on the earth that denies ye bread; Be your wounds like eyes To weep for the dead, the dead, the dead. What other grief were it just to pay? Your sons, your wiv
May 6, 2024 · I O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being, Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing, Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red, Pe
4 days ago · THE wind has swept from the wide atmosphere Each vapour that obscured the sunset's ray, And pallid Evening twines its beaming hair In duskier braids around the languid eyes of Day: Silence
3 days ago · Bright ball of flame that through the gloom of even Silently takest thine aethereal way, And with surpassing glory dimm'st each ray Twinkling amid the dark blue depths of Heaven,-- Unlike the fire
5 days ago · From Vergil's Tenth Eclogue. Melodious Arethusa, o'er my verse. Shed thou once more the spirit of thy stream: Who denies verse to Gallus? So, when thou. Glidest beneath the green and purple gleam. Of Syracusan waters, mayst thou flow. Unmingled with the bitter Doric dew! Begin, and, whilst the goats are browsing now.
3 days ago · Fragment: 'wake The Serpent Not'. Wake the serpent not - lest he. Should not know the way to go, -. Let him crawl which yet lies sleeping. Through the deep grass of the meadow! Not a bee shall hear him creeping, Not a may-fly shall awaken. From its cradling blue -bell shaken, Not the starlight as he's sliding.
