Poems
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“Tears, idle tears”
From “The Princess” / TEARS, idle tears, I know not what they mean, / Tears from the depth of some divine despair … -
“Tell me, ye wingèd winds”
TELL me, ye wingèd winds, / That round my pathway roar, / Do ye not know some spot … -
“The day is done”
The Day is done, and the darkness / Falls from the wings of Night, / As a feather is wafted downward … -
“The day returns, my bosom burns”
The Day returns, my bosom burns; / The blissful day we twa did meet; / Though winter wild in tempest toiled, … -
“The dule ’s i’ this bonnet o’ mine”
Lancashire Dialect / THE DULE ’S i’ this bonnet o’ mine: / My ribbins ’ll never be reet; … -
“The fairest thing in mortal eyes”
From the French by Henry Francis Cary / Addressed to his deceased wife, who died in childbed at the age of twenty-two / TO make my lady’s obsequies … -
“The forward violet thus did I chide”
Sonnet Xcix. / the FORWARD violet thus did I chide:— / Sweet thief, whence did thou steal thy sweet that smells, … -
“The green grass under the snow”
The Work of the sun is slow, / But as sure as heaven, we know; / So we ’ll not forget, … -
“The harp that once through Tara’s Halls”
The Harp that once through Tara’s halls / The soul of music shed, / Now hangs as mute on Tara’s walls … -
“The hills were made for freedom”
When freedom from her home was driven, / ’Mid vine-clad vales of Switzerland, / She sought the glorious Alps of heaven, …
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