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To Margaret Who hath seduced thee to this foul revolt } Milton Par. Lost. Bk. IFrom the pure well of Beauty undefiled? } SomebodySo banished from true wisdom to prefer...

To M. L. S. Of all who hail thy presence as the morning —Of all to whom thy absence is the night —The blotting utterly from out high heavenThe sacred...

To Her Whose Name is Written Below For her these lines are penned, whose luminous eyes,Bright and expressive as the stars of Leda,Shall find her own sweet name that, nestling...

To Helen I saw thee once — once only — years ago:I must not say how many — but not many.It was a July midnight; and from outA full-orbed moon, that, like thine own soul...

Lines Written in an Album Eliza! — let thy generous heartFrom its present pathway part not!Being every thing which now thou art,Be nothing which thou art not.So with the world...

To —— (Song) I saw thee on the bridal day;When a burning blush came o’er thee,Tho’ Happiness around thee lay,The world all love before thee.  And, in thine eye, the...

To —— I would not lord it o’er thy heart,Alas! I cannot rule my own,Nor would I rob one loyal thought,From him who there should reign alone;We both...

To — — —. Sleep on, sleep on, another hour —I would not break so calm a sleep,To wake to sunshine and to show’r,To smile and weep.  Sleep on, sleep...

To —— —— 1  The bowers whereat, in dreams, I seeThe wantonest singing birdsAre lips — and all thy melodyOf lip-begotten words — 2  Thine eyes, in Heaven of heart...