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The Lake
In youth’s spring, it was my lotTo haunt of the wide earth a spotThe which I could not love …
Israfel
I.
In Heaven a spirit doth dwellWhose heart-strings are a lute —None sing so wild — so wellAs the angel …
Impromptu
To Kate Carol
When from your gems of thought I turnTo those pure orbs, your heart to learn,I scarce know …
Imitation
A dark unfathom’d tideOf interminable pride —A mystery, and a dream,Should my early life seem;I say that dream was fraughtWith …
The Haunted Palace
In the greenest of our valleysBy good angels tenanted,Once a fair and stately palace —Snow-white palace — reared its …
The Happiest Day
The happiest day — the happiest hour,My sear’d and blighted heart has known,The brightest glance of pride and …
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