My weary limbs are scarcely stretched for repose, before red dawn peeps into my chamber window, and the birds in the whispering le...aves over the roof, apprise me by their sweetest notes that another day of toil awaits me. I arise, the harness is hastily adjusted and once more I step upon the tread-mill.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
But who, alas! can love, and then be wise? Not that remorse did not oppose temptation;... A little still she strove, and much repented, And whispering 'I will ne'er consent'Mconsented.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
That man's best works should be such bungling imitations of Nature's infinite perfection, matters not much; but that he should mak...e himself an imitation, this is the fact which Nature moans over, and deprecates beseechingly. Be spontaneous, be truthful, be free, and thus be individuals! is the song she sings through warbling birds, and whispering pines, and roaring waves, and screeching winds.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Spirit of her I love, Whispering to me,... Stories of sweet visions, as I rove, Here stop, and crop with me Sweet flowers that in the still hour grew,LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
A damsel with a dulcimer In a vision once I saw:... It was an Abyssinian maid. And on her dulcimer she played, Singing of Mount Abora. Could I revive within me Her symphony and song, To such a deep delight 'twould win me, That with music loud and long, I would build that dome in air, That sunny dome! those caves of ice! And all who heard should see them there, And all should cry, Beware! Beware! His flashing eyes, his floating hair! Weave a circle round him thrice, And close your eyes with holy dread, For he on honey-dew hath fed, And drunk the milk of Paradise.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Some keep the Sabbath going to Church-- I keep it, staying at Home--... With a Bobolink for a Chorister-- And an Orchard, for a Dome--LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »