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Stanzas Lady! I would that verse of mineCould fling, all lavishly and free,Prophetic tones from every line,Of health, joy, peace, in store for thee. Thine should be length of happy days,Enduring joys and fleeting cares,Virtues that challenge envy's praise,By rivals loved, and mourned by heirs. Thy life's free course should ever roamBeyond this bounded earthly clime,No billow breaking into foamUpon the rock-girt shore of Time. The gladness of a gentle heart,Pure as the wishes breathed in prayer,Which has in others’ joys a part,While in its own all others share. The fullness of a ...

Stanzas How often we forget all time, when loneAdmiring Nature's universal throne;Her woods — her wilds — her mountains — the intenseReply of HERS to OUR intelligence! 1. In youth have I known one with whom the EarthIn secret communing held — as he with it,In day light, and in beauty from his birth:Whose fervid, flick’ring torch of life was litFrom the sun and stars, whence he had drawn forthA passionate light-such for his spirit was fit —And yet that spirit knew — not [[knew not —]] in the hourOf its own fervor — what had o’er it power. 2. Perhaps it may be that my ...

Spiritual Song Hark, echo! — Hark; echo!’Tis the soundOf archangels, in happiness wrapt Edgar Allan Poe The unfinished poem was not published during Poe's lifetime. First published in 1911. ...

Sonnet — To Zante Fair isle, that from the fairest of all flowersThy gentlest of all gentle names dost take,How many memories of what radiant hoursAt sight of thee and thine at once awake!How many scenes of what departed bliss!How many thoughts of what entombed hopes!How many visions of a maiden that isNo more — no more upon thy verdant slopes!No more! — alas, that magical sad soundTransforming all! Thy charms shall please no more —Thy memory no more! Accursed groundHenceforth I hold thy flower-enamelled shore,O, hyacinthine isle! O, purple Zante!Isola d’oro! Fior ...