• From the Spanish by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

    LORD, what am I, that, with unceasing care,
    Thou didst seek after me,—that Thou didst wait,
    Wet with unhealthy dews, before my gate,
    And pass the gloomy nights of winter there?
    O, strange delusion, that I did not greet
    Thy blest approach! and, O, to heaven how lost,
    If my ingratitude’s...

  • From “Irene”
    TO-MORROW’S action! can that hoary wisdom,
    Borne down with years, still doat upon to-morrow!
    The fatal mistress of the young, the lazy,
    The coward and the fool, condemned to lose
    An useless life in waiting for to-morrow,
    To gaze with longing eyes upon to-morrow,
    Till interposing death destroys the prospect.
    Strange...

  • I WONDER by my troth, what thou and I

    Did, till we loved? were we not wean'd till then?

    But suck'd on country pleasures, childishly?

    Or snorted we in the Seven Sleepers' den?

    'Twas so; but this, all pleasures fancies be;

    If ever any beauty I did see,

    Which I desired, and got, 'twas but a dream of thee....