OVER the meadows, and down the stream,
And through the garden-walks straying,
He plucks the flow
Who rides so late where winds blow wild?
It is the father grasping his child;
He holds the boy emb
OH world, with what baseness and guilt thou art rife!
Thou nurtures, trainest, and illest the whi
SILENCE deep rules o'er the waters,
Calmly slumb'ring lies the main,
While the sailor views with
OH, enter old minstrel, thou time-honour'd one!
We children are here in the hall all alone,
AT midnight hour I went, not willingly,
A little, little boy, yon churchyard past,
To Father Vic
CALL on the present day and night for nought,
Save what by yesterday was brought.
THE sea i
WHEN by the broad stream thou dost dwell,
Oft shallow is its sluggish flood;
Then, when thy fiel
CAN it be! of stars the star,
Do I press thee to my heart?
In the night of distance far,
From Heaven there fell upon the foaming wave
A timid drop; the flood with anger roared,--
WITH what inward joy, sweet lay,
I thy meaning have descried!
Lovingly thou seem'st to say
ZEPHYR, for thy humid wing,
Oh, how much I envy thee!
Thou to him canst tidings bring
ON bridges small and bridges great
Stands Nepomucks in ev'ry state,
Of bronze, wood, painted, or o
HERE where the roses blossom, where vines round the laurels are twining,
Where the turtle-dove call
Go! obedient to my call,
Turn to profit thy young days,
Wiser make betimes thy breast
LOVE for love, and moments sweet,
Lips returning kiss for kiss,
Word for word, and eyes that mee
O, SAY, 'neath what celestial sign
The day doth lie,
When ne'er again this heart of mine
THE father's name ye ne'er shall be told
Of my darling unborn life;
"Shame, shame," ye cry, "on
WEEP, maiden, weep here o'er the tomb of Love;
He died of nothing--by mere chance was slain.
In the Koran with strange delight
A peacock's feather met my sight:
Thou'rt welcome in this holy p
No living atom comes at last to naught!
Active in each is still the eternal Thought:
Hold fast to
LOVE's torments sought a place of rest,
Where all might drear and lonely be;
They found ere long m
Eyes tell, tell me, what you tell me,
telling something all too sweet,
making music out of beauty,
FLOURISH greener, as ye clamber,
Oh ye leaves, to seek my chamber,
Up the trellis'd vine on high
OH, my Theresa dear!
Thine eyes, I greatly fear,
Can through the bandage see!
Although thine ey
WHY pacest thou, my neighbour fair,
The garden all alone?
If house and land thou seek'st to guar
THE sun, whom Grecians Helms call,
His heavenly path with pride doth tread,
And, to subdue the w
So the winter now closed round them
With resistless fury. Scattering
Over all his breath so icy,
A PLAN the Muses entertain'd
Methodically to impart
To Psyche the poetic art;
LIST, and in memory bear
These six fond loving pair.
Love, when aroused, kept true
Rustan and Rad