¡Salve tú, que del suelo
Gallarda te desvías,
Más que ave, hija del cielo,
Y desde lo alto envías
Raudal de no estudiadas profusas melodías!
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Le chaud soleil n’est plus ; froide gémit la bise,
La fleur pâle se meurt, et la branche agonise ;
Le vieil An
Enfonce en son linceuil sa tête déjà grise,
Et sous la feuille morte, en dernière analyse,
Se laisse ensevelir au souffle de l’autan.
Oh !... -
I.
Des ruisseaux et des mers
J’apporte un bain de pleurs à la fleur embaumée ;
De mes hauts belvéders
Je porte une ombre douce à la feuille pâmée.
J’éveille le bouton
Quand dans le molleton
Sur... -
“ Her safety sits not on a throne,
With Capet or Napoléon ;
But in equal rights and laws,
Hearts and hands in one great cause. ”
BYRON.À toi tyran tombé !… – Je t’abhorrai...
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I Fear thy kisses, gentle maiden;
Thou needest not fear mine;
My spirit is too deeply laden
Ever to burden thine.I fear thy mien, thy tones, thy motion;
Thou needest not fear mine;
Innocent is the heart’s devotion
With which I worship thine. -
The Fountains mingle with the river,
And the rivers with the ocean;
The winds of heaven mix forever,
With a sweet emotion;
Nothing in the world is single;
All things by a law divine
In one another’s being mingle:—
Why not I with thine?See! the mountains kiss high heaven,
And the waves clasp one another;... -
Serenade
I Arise from dreams of thee
In the first sweet sleep of night,
When the winds are breathing low,
And the stars are shining bright.
I arise from dreams of thee,
And a spirit in my feet
Has led me—who knows how?—
To thy chamber-window, sweet!The wandering airs they faint
On the dark, the silent... -
THE Sun is warm, the sky is clear,
The waves are dancing fast and bright,
Blue isles and snowy mountains wear
The purple noon’s transparent light:
The breath of the moist air is light
Around its unexpanded buds;
Like many a voice of one delight,—
The winds’, the birds’, the ocean-floods’,—
The City’s voice itself... -
O World! O Life! O Time!
On whose last steps I climb,
Trembling at that where I had stood before;
When will return the glory of your prime?
No more,—O nevermore!Out of the day and night
A joy has taken flight:
Fresh spring, and summer, and winter hoar
Move my faint heart with grief, but with delight
No more... -
From “Queen Mab”
IF solitude hath ever led thy steps
To the wild ocean’s echoing shore,
And thou hast lingered there
Until the sun’s broad orb
Seemed resting on the burnished wave,
Thou must have marked the lines
Of purple gold that motionless
Hung o’er the sinking sphere:
Thou must have marked the billowy...