I leave thee for awhile, my love, I leave thee with a sigh;
The fountain spring within my soul is playing in mine eye;
I do not blush to own the tear, let, let it touch my cheek,
And what my lip has failed to tell, that drop perchance may speak.
Mavourneen! when again I...

Poet: Eliza Cook

If I leave all for thee, wilt thou exchange
And be all to me? Shall I never miss
Home-talk and blessing and the common kiss
That comes to each in turn, nor count it strange,
When I look up, to drop on a new range
Of walls and floors, another home than this...

Fame is the tint that Scholars leave

Upon their Setting Names —

The Iris not of Occident

That disappears as comes —

Poet:

Her Sweet turn to leave the Homestead

Came the Darker Way —

Carriages — Be Sure — and Guests — too —

But for Holiday


'Tis more pitiful Endeavor

Than did Loaded Sea

O'er the Curls attempt to caper...

Poet:

I should not dare to leave my friend,

Because — because if he should die

While I was gone — and I — too late —

Should reach the Heart that wanted me —


If I should disappoint the eyes

That hunted — hunted so — to...

Poet:

Take all away from me, but leave me Ecstasy,

And I am richer then than all my Fellow Men —

Ill it becometh me to dwell so wealthily

When at my very Door are those possessing more,

In abject poverty —

Poet:

They leave us with the Infinite.

But He — is not a man —

His fingers are the size of fists —

His fists, the size of men —


And whom he foundeth, with his Arm

As Himmaleh, shall stand —

Gibraltar's...

Poet: