From “The Fire-Worshippers”
FAREWELL,—farewell to thee, Araby’s daughter!
  (Thus warbled a Peri beneath the dark sea;)
No pearl ever lay under Oman’s green water
  More pure in its shell than thy spirit in thee.

O, fair as the sea-flower close to thee...

Poet: Thomas Moore

Written During Sickness, April, 1845

FAREWELL, life! my senses swim,
And the world is growing dim;
Thronging shadows cloud the light,
Like the advent of the night,—
Colder, colder, colder still,
Upward steals a vapor chill;
Strong the...

Poet: Thomas Hood

I Strove with none, for none was worth my strife;
  Nature I loved, and next to Nature, Art;
I warmed both hands before the fire of life,—
  It sinks, and I am ready to depart.

Flow down, cold rivulet, to the sea
  Thy tribute wave deliver:
No more by thee my steps shall be,
  For ever and for ever.

Flow, softly flow, by lawn and lea,
  A rivulet then a river:
No where by thee my steps shall be,
  For ever and...

  MAY the Babylonish curse
Straight confound my stammering verse,
If I can a passage see
In this word-perplexity,
Or a fit expression find,
Or a language to my mind
(Still the phrase is wide or scant),
To take leave of thee, GREAT PLANT!...

Poet: Charles Lamb

Companion dear, the hour draws nigh,

The sentence speeds—to die, to die.

So long in mystic union held,

So close with strong embrace compelled,

How canst thou bear the...

Poet:

        There was a fountain in my heart

            Whose deeps had not been stirred;

        A thirst for music in my soul

            My ear had never heard; --

 

        A feeling of the incomplete
...

Poet:

Farewell, farewell, unwashed Russia,

The land of slaves, the land of lords,

And you, blue uniforms of gendarmes,

And you, obedient to them folks.


Perhaps beyond Caucasian mountains

I’ll hide myself from your...

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