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Ah, Paris, Paris! What an echo ringsStill in those syllables of vain delight!What voice of what dead pleasures on what wingsOf Maenad laughters..

Away from sorrow! Yes, indeed, away!Who said that care behind the horseman sits?The train to Paris, as it flies to--day,Whirls its bold rider clear..

The physical world itself is a fair thingFor who has eyes to see or ears to hear.To--day I fled on my new freedom's wind,With the first swallows of..

These were in truth brave days. From our high perch,The box--seat of our travelling chariot, thenWe children spied the world 'twas ours to search,And..

Behold the deed is done. Here endeth allThat bound my grief to its ancestral ways.I have passed out, as from a funeral,From my dead home, and in the..

I will break through my bondage. Let me beHomeless once more, a wanderer on the Earth,Marked with my soul's sole care for company,Like Cain, lest I..

How shall I ransom me? The world without,Where once I lived in vain expense and noise,Say, shall it welcome me in this last rout,Back to its bosom of..

Care killed a cat, and I have cares at home,Which vex me nightly and disturb my bed.The things I love have all grown wearisome;The things that loved..

Love has its secrets, joy has its revealings.How shall I speak of that which love has hid?If my beloved shall return to greet me,Deeds shall be done..

'Tis time, my soul, thou shouldst be purged of pride.What men are these with thee, whose ill deeds doneMake thee thus shrink from them and be..

What is my thought of you, beloved one,Now you have passed from me and gone your ways?Glory is gone with you from stars and sun,And all wise meaning..

To do some little good before I die;To wake some echoes to a loftier theme;To spend my life's last store of industryOn thoughts less vain than..

I dreamedA dream of you,Not as you seemedWhen you were late unkindAnd blindTo my eyes' pleading for a debt long due,But touched and trueAnd all..

This book is written for Man's ultimate need,A creed of joy sent down to the aged EarthFrom days of happier daring and more mirthTo comfort and..

The castle walls are full of eyes,And not a mouse may creep unseen.All the window slits are spies;And the towers stand sentinelHigh above the gardens..

Crowns are for kings to wear, sad crowns of goldOver tired heads that ache, world--cares untold.Not on thy happy brows, sweet bird of summer,Set we..

A prison is a convent without God.Poverty, Chastity, ObedienceIts precepts are. In this austere abodeNone gather wealth of pleasure or of..

How many hymns have I chaunted, Lady, in laud of thee,Each with a sigh for its burthen, tear for its antiphon?Love--songs are sweet in the morning...

We spent a day together,One day of all our lives,Of love in cloudless weather--Such only youth contrives--One day in the red heather,Alone with our..

Methought I heard a butterflySay to a labouring bee:'Thou hast no colours of the skyOn painted wings like me.''Poor child of vanity! those dyes,And..

The morning shone on Tagus' rocky side,And airs of summer swelled the yellow tide,When, rising from his melancholy bed,And faint, and feebly by..

The orient beam illumes the parting oar;--From yonder azure track, emerging white,The earliest sail slow gains upon the sight,And the blue wave comes..

Sweet bard, whose tones great Milton might approve,And Shakspeare, from high Fancy's sphere,Turning to the sound his ear,Bend down a look of sympathy..

These walls were built by men who did a deedOf blood:--terrific conscience, day by day,Followed, where'er their shadow seemed to stay,And still in..

Fair Moon, that at the chilly day's declineOf sharp December through my cottage paneDost lovely look, smiling, though in thy wane!In thought, to..