mark.e.s's Saved Poems

Twice hung with a breeze cool of shades vast,
Two fruits which rind plump, more lush than the sea,
Above eager gnats climbing a tall tree,
As high as can solely reach a plumb mast.

Much grain shall overshadow the hue of sand,
Quicker than...

This star sinks below the horizon in certain latitudes. I watched it sink lower and lower every night, till at last it disappeared.

A star has left the kindling sky—

  A lovely northern light—
How many planets are on high,

  But that...

"Now come and see the linnet that I have caught to-day.
Its wicker cage is fastened, he cannot fly away.
All the morning I've been watching the twigs I lim'd last night;
At last he perch'd upon them—he took no further flight.
I wish he would...

My wings are bright with the rainbow's dyes,

  My birth is amid perfume;
My death-song is music's sweetest sighs;

  The sun himself lights my tomb.
My flight is traced in the clouds above;

  The grave teems with life for me;
I stand...

If life's a game
Why is it rong to break the rules
Of the univerE
And built our pyramid of light
Off the rules are their to guide us
Like a bowling alley
Turning us on
And dead
Like a light bulb?
Unless we are meant to edit and delete to...

The Untouchable Man

He moves like moonlight dancing where the shore meets the sea,
A vision of elegance—a figure steeped in the allure of red wine.
A masterpiece sculpted by gods who knew perfection,
Untouchable, distant as the last breath of...

Fall, fall, ye mighty temples to the ground:
Not in your sculptured rise
Is the real exercise
Of human nature's brightest power...

The moon is on the silent lake

  I loved so much of yore—
And, as in other days, I stand

  Beside its willowed shore.

It is not changed:—the quiet wave

  Glides in its beauty on;
And not a bud, and not a leaf.

  Seems from...

Why doth the maiden turn away

  From voice so sweet, and words so dear?
Why doth the maiden turn away,

  When love and flattery woo her ear?
And rarely that enchanted twain,
Whisper in woman's ear in vain.

  Why doth the...

Society is a black eye to the lonely. Insecurity keeps me at arm’s length from the incivility of judgmental eyes.

I am brought to perception by a mirror’s cognition to see myself as alternate reality. No one cares for my thoughts, so I embrace...

Wake not again, thou sweet-voiced lute!
Better for me that thy chords were mute,
Than thus to recall thoughts long since fled,
And bring to my mem'ry the false and the dead.
They remind me of one who shared with me
The short-lived sunlight...

Oh! sing again that mournful song,

  That song of other times!
The music bears my soul along,

  To other, dearer climes.

I love its low and broken tone;

  The music seems to me
Like the wild wind when singing lone

  Over a...

I did not know till she was lost,

  How much she was beloved;
She knows it in that better world

  To which she is removed.

I feel as she had only sought

  Again her native skies;
I look upon the heavens, and seem

  To meet...

Life is so little in its vanities,
So mean, and looking to such worthless aim,
Truly the dust, of which we are a part,
Predominates amid mortality.
Great crimes have something of nobility;
Mighty their warning, vast is their remorse:
But...

'Fling down the Laurel from her golden hair;
A woman's brow:—what doth the laurel there?'

Not to the silent bitterness of tears

  Do I commit, oh, false one! thy requiting;
My measured moments shall be paid by years

  Of long avenging on...

Brightly the stars shed their light,
Like love on the bosom of night,
Each rolls on his course, like a king
Come in pride and in triumphing.
But brighter the lamp that shines
Through yonder lattice of vines.

Thrice glorious that...

And deem'st thou that my heart could be
A trifle and a toy for thee;
A trophy, to be wooed and won;
Taken but to be trampled on!

And deem'st thou that my heart would spring,
A young bird on its summer wing,
To be one moment caged in thine,
...

Where is the bee its sweetest music bringing?

  The music living in its busy wings;
Like the small fountain's low, perpetual singing,

  Counting the quiet hours that noon-tide brings?

It is the Hyacinth, whose sweet bells stooping,

  ...

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Liberal arts are defunded by Congress
Project Twenty-Twenty...

It grew within a lonely dell,

  Where other flowers were growing,
A sweet companionship, to tell

  How fair the spring was blowing.

Like some lorn lady, mournfully

  With love unpitied drooping,
And head declined, a young...

The days are gone when pilgrims knelt

  By sacred spot or shrine,
The cells where saints have lived or died

  No more are held divine.

The bough of palm, the scallop-shell,

  Are signs of faith no more;
The common grave is holy held,
...

I felt my sorrow ere it came,

  As storms are felt on high,
Before a single cloud denote

  Their presence on the sky.

The heart has omens deep and true,

  That ask no aid from words;
Like viewless music from the harp,

  With...

There was a light upon the stream,
Just one pale and silent beam
From the moon's departing car,
From the setting morning star,
Like Hope asking timidly
Whether it must live or die;
But that twilight pause is past,
Crimson hues are...

What care they that the winter-wind

  Is driving over the heath,
With a sky of murky clouds above,

  And the drifted snow beneath?

The day and its labour alike are done,

  And the fire is burning bright;
And that old dame hath...

When all is said and all is done
I always turn to that furry one
Who's been with me through all the years
Of lonely nights and unshod tears.

He's getting old and feeble now
I should say good-bye, but I don't know how
To look into his...

Portion of this yew
Is a man my grandsire knew,
Bosomed here at its foot:
This branch may be his wife,
A ruddy human life
Now turned to a green...

A bird sings the selfsame song,
With never a fault in its flow,
That we listened to here those long
Long years ago.

A pleasing marvel is how
A strain of such rapturous rote
Should have gone on thus till now
unchanged in a...

'Why do you stand in the dripping rye,
Cold-lipped, unconscious, wet to the knee,
When there are firesides near?' said I.
'I told him I wished him dead,' said...

Moments the mightiest pass calendared,
  And when the Absolute
  In backward Time outgave the deedful word
  Whereby all life is stirred:
"Let one be born and throned whose mould shall constitute
The norm of every royal-reckoned attribute,"
  ...

Its former green is blue and thin,
And its once firm legs sink in and in;
Soon it will break down unaware,
Soon it will break down...

The ten hours' light is abating,
And a late bird flies across,
Where the pines, like waltzers waiting,
Give their black heads a...

You did not walk with me
Of late to the hill-top tree
As in earlier days,
By the gated ways:
You were weak and lame,
So you never came,
And I went alone, and I did not mind,
Not thinking of you as left...

Life isn’t choosing from mere good and bad.
If that would be the case, we'd win the plight.
Instead we can’t but try and just feel glad
when things succeed, and they don’t cause a fight.
There is no creature fully in control,
and nature always stays...

This one is going to hurt.

That is why it has taken me so long to write it,
Because a part of me still loves you
And thought you would call or write me.
I know you need your time.
You have your process, and I respect it.

But today, today,...

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with...

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the...

She is as in a field a silken tent
At midday when the sunny summer breeze
Has dried the dew and all its ropes relent,
So that in guys it gently sways at ease,
And its supporting central cedar pole,
That is its pinnacle to heavenward
And signifies...

Blueberries as big as the end of your thumb,
Real sky-blue, and heavy, and ready to drum
In the cavernous pail of the first one to come!
And all ripe together, not some of them green
And some of them ripe! You ought to have seen!
...

Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf,
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day
Nothing gold can stay.
...

Tree at my window, window tree,
My sash is lowered when night comes on;
But let there never be curtain drawn
Between you and...

Dornburg, 25th August, 1828.

WILT thou suddenly enshroud thee,

Who this moment wert so nigh?
Heavy rising masses cloud thee,

Thou art hidden from mine eye.

Yet my sadness thou well...

IN the old days, while yet the Church was young,
And men believed that praise of God was sung
In curbing self as well as singing psalms,
There lived a monk, Macarius by name,
A holy man, to whom the faithful came
With hungry hearts to hear the...

The bees are in the meadow
And the swallows in the sky;
The cattle in the shadow
Watch the river running by.
The wheat is hardly stirring;
The heavy ox-team lags;
The dragon-fly is whirring
Through the yellow-blossomed flag.
And down beside the...

Give a little smile, at my stupidity
The rain will start to shower

Just a little simile, you give
You will lit a candle in me

In these romantic seasons,
why are you so silent?

I can't see your eyes
That veil have blocked in my...

Inflictive embarrassements of critics
Has left me go placid

Surmised, they would love it
Gazing at my poems
I ruminate in perplexity

Experiments performed
Had bizarre...

In youthful bloom, they smiled so bright
Six friends in time’s fleeting flight,
Captured here in a moment’s embrace
With dreams that time could not erase.
But years danced away swift and sly
Leaving memories beneath the sky.
Now she- the last...

Time's relentless hands cast their shadows
On a middle-aged woman in a lonely corner of her room
She drapes her shawl around her shoulders,
And there she sits covered in sheets of memories
wherein she is held captive by the betrayal
of a...

She was the woman whose name fell
like a whisper on disapproving lips,
living in a village that gossips and judges.
Her soft and unheeded breath
lost amid scorn and pity.
Yet she walked with a grace
that defied her harsh life.
her beauty like...

Who lies within this sterile room bound by shadows of the past?
A man confined by time’s cruel grasp.
His memories lost like leaves that flee
From thirty years, no trace to see.

He gazed at faces, strange and new,
Children once loved, he no...

Tho' lack of laurels and of wreaths not one
Prove you our lives abortive, shall we yet
Vaunt us our single aim, our hearts full set
To win the guerdon which is never won.
Witness, a purpose never is undone.
And tho' fate drain our seas of violet...

I come from the caves of the silent sea,
Where the red and white coral wreathe bowers for me.
I leave my blush on the shells beside,
When I rise from the depths of the haunted tide.

I come when the sun has forsaken the sky,
And the last warm...

How beautiful the twilight sky,

  Whose starry worlds now spread,
Amid the purple depths of eve,

  Their glory o'er my head!

And there is one—a radiant one—

  Amid the rest shines he,
As if just risen from his sleep,

  Within...

Ah, loveliest! that through my casement gleaming,

  Bringeth thy native heaven along with thee,
Touching with far-off light that lovelier dreaming,

  Which but for that, all earthly else would be.

The smoke is round the housetops slowly...

There is a flower, a magical flower,
On which love hath laid a fairy power;
Gather it on the eve of St. John,
When the clock of the village is tolling one;
Let no look be turned, no word be said,
And lay the rose-leaves under your head;
...

Her might is gentleness—she winneth sway
By a soft word, and by a softer look;
Where she, the gentle-loving one, hath failed,
The proud or stern might never yet succeed.

  Strength, power, and majesty, belong to man;
They make the glory...

It is a gem which hath the power to show
If plighted lovers keep their faith, or no:
If faithful, it is like the leaves of spring;
If faithless, like those leaves when withering.

  Take back your emerald gem,

  There is no colour in the...

The words of prayer, of penitence and praise
I bring, O Lord, to thee, in faith and hope;
It is an offering thou wilt not...

The fair earth, it shall be for all,

  Divide it at your need!
So, in his high Olympian hall,

  The starry Jove decreed.

Each hurried at the mighty word—

  The merchant swept the main,
The peasant drove the lowing herd

  And...

Ah! never another dream can be

  Like that early dream of ours,
When Hope, like a child, lay down to sleep

  Amid the folded flowers.

But Hope has wakened since, and wept

  Itself, like a rainbow, away;
And the flowers have...

Alas! with swift and silent pace,
Impatient time rolls on the year;
The Seasons change, and Nature's face
Now sweetly smiles, now frowns...

Friendship! peculiar boon of Heaven,
The noble mind's delight and pride,
To men and angels only given,
To all the lower world...

Not the soft sighs of vernal gales,
The fragrance of the flowery vales,
The murmurs of the crystal rill,
The vocal grove, the verdant hill;
Not all their charms, though all unite,
Can touch my bosom with...

These autumn gardens, russet, gray and brown,
The sward with shrivelled foliage strown,
The shrubs and trees
By weary wings of sunshine overflown
And timid...

Sir, say no more.
Within me 't is as if
The green and climbing eyesight of a cat
Crawled near my mind's poor birds.
...

Enough of you
Have plowed through snow
To find
Frozen tears
On your fingers;
It is the Winter’s touch,
The Autumn with fiercer teeth.

The light that swings from dark to distant and faint,
The mornings like thunder in the nook of your...

We all fight battles that others don't see
Each had a taste of this world's cruelty
Trying our best to fit in the society
Often seeking for better opportunity

Responsibilities force us to mature
Some turn to vices for an instant cure
Past...

The moment you let people into your life - you exposed yourself to vulnerability
The worst part about betrayal - it doesn't come from your enemy
You put your whole trust into someone - you ended up being let down
Fake memories flooded your chest...

Within silent eyes

Between the closed mind and the angels

Lies the magnitude of silence

When I speak to it

I find the greatest silence nobody knows

So strange I forget its name

And it holds entanglements around my heart

But...

"Sleep hath its own world,
And a wild realm of wide reality;
And dreams in their development have breath,
And tears and tortures, and the touch of joy.
They leave a weight upon our waking thoughts."


Of thee, love, I was dreaming

  ...

Farewell! and yet how may I teach

  My heart to say Farewell to thee?
My first young love, the light, the hope,

  The breath, the soul of life to me!

I had last night a strange wild dream,

  The very emblem of my love,—
I saw a...

Prayer on her lips—yet, while the maiden prayeth,

  A human sorrow deepens in her eyes;
For e’en the very words of prayer she sayeth,

  A sad and lingering memory supplies.

She leans beside the vault where sleeps her mother,

  The...

Alas, for the bright promise of our youth!
How soon the golden chords of hope are broken,
How soon we find that dreams we trusted most
Are very shadows!

‘Twas a sweet summer morn,—the lark had just
Sprung from the clover bower around her...

It is dead—it is dead—it will wake no more
With the earliest light, as it waked before—
And singing, as if it were glad to wake,
And wanted our longer sleep to break;
We found it a little unfledged thing,
With no plume to smooth and no voice to...

A spirit doth arise
From the ashes of the dead,
Holy as if the skies

  Thrice sacred influence shed.

There ethereal hopes are born,
Such as sanctify the earth—
The noblest wreath e'er worn,

  Owes to the grave its birth.

For...

Away, away! your care is vain;

  No leech could aid me now;
The chill of death is at my heart,

  Its damp upon my brow.

Weep not—I shame to see such tears

  Within a warrior's eyes:
Away! how can ye weep for him

  Who in the...

A life well lived will leave no regrets!
No unfinished business or unresolved debts,
No times that it missed sharing love with a friend,
No what ifs or maybes, no well it depends.

It never stays sorry or angry too long,
Doesn’t fight for its...

A widow with an only child,

  The mother of our queen;
A stranger in a foreign land,

  Thy lot has various been.
How many claims attend with thee
Upon a nations sympathy!

How many anxious watching hours

  Thy Mother's heart has...

My only Love, my early Love,

  My spirit turns to thee;
Ah, wherefore is thy memory

  All that is left for me!

I would I had thy pictured traits;—

  Shadows of what they were,
They could not be like thine, no art

  Could make...

There's some magic in your little palms

  Every gentle touch heals my every wound
In your heart you know how dirty are my arms

  My every voice evil and lies compound

Why they said beauty is a symbol of havoc

  Each object carries beauty...

As Angels weep
They fall deep
Two souls crafted as one from the start
Once time worn in lover's failed art
Softly found singing:
"You are my...

I had no fear, no doubt in me.
I had no fear, no doubt to bear.
You broke me to pieces; now I see.
You broke me into pieces, with pain to share.
My experience can be bad to see.
Yet, not caused by me,
but made me sad to...

VIII...

XXIII...

I lost my best friend today.

  Not the kind of friend I chose to have in my life,

  But the kind who was there from the start.

  The kind who wiped countless tears from my eyes.

  The kind who...

I’ve skinned my knees, I’ve broken bones,
Been wounded by both sticks and stones.
Through rough terrain and trials endured,
My path ahead lies unobscured.

I’ve suffered falls and bruises too,
Withstood the pain and battled through.
When...

You're a wolf in sheep's clothing awaiting it's prey.
The hatred within you should fill you with shame.

Trolling the socials, thinking you speak the truth.
Yet truth lies in the middle between me and you.

What's wrong with the world? Are we...

Journey Through Life

As you journey through life
Step up to the lead
Navigate every turn
With love as your creed
From dawn’s early light
To the twilight of years
A heart full of courage
Will chase away fears
Through storms, you’ll be...

All high trees have tops, and the ant its gall,
The light casts shadows on the wall,
The fly has wings, and the embers its heat,
The bees have their sting, but their honey is sweet.
Love is love, in beggars and in...

'If thou wilt hold my silver hair,
O Lady sweet and bright;
I'll bring thee, maiden darling, where
Thy lover is to-night.
Lay down thy robe of cloth of gold--
Gold, weigheth heavily,
Thy necklace wound in jewell'd fold,
And hie thee forth with...

The prettiest eyes tell the ugliest lies when looking in the mirror

The fear of longing to be loved long after the allure fades away

Projected by attention received only by means of sight

So what does the eyes say or how should the eyes...

The babe was born
Born to breath
But noone could whisper so
Babe did not cry
No babe could not weep
Of this babe did not know
So shake and slap
And spin and suction
On and on they go
Yet only frown
Would bring babe down
To this pathway...

Cold, clean, crisp air

 Fills my lungs
As I soak in

 Every drop of morning sun

I take another sip of coffee

 And realize how beautiful
The flowers are

 How sweet they smell

How they make

 The bees sing a song
That sounds like church...

What is the light from yon deep wood flashing—

  What the sound on the wild wind borne?
What the dark ranks that are onwards dashing

  To the voice of the pealing horn?
⁠Who are they that thundering go?—
⁠It is the Black Hunt of the...

Maxwell Sebastian Burchett

Set sail on an ocean,
An unknown sea,
At times adrift, unknown destination,
No compass or charts to see.

No return to original harbor
I must sail on,
Perilous to halt, cannot anchor
In this ship not chosen.
...

These are the words, the burning words,

  I used to breathe long, long ago;
My lute has lost its early tone,

  My lip forgot its early glow.

I sing no more as I have sung;

  My lute and love are separate now—
'Tis taken from its...

Have our life's been spent in search of a greater self,
while all the while perception and connection dimming.
Is man the only beast who fabricates his own truth,
and then considers it ill fitting.
Is the end of search the only way home.
Is the...

There's a shade upon that fountain;

  It will not linger there;
But the cloud now resting on it

  Will leave it yet more fair.

Not thus the shade may pass

  That is upon thy heart,
There is no sun in earthly skies

  Can bid...

Take that singing bird away!
It has too glad a lay

  For an ear so lorn as mine;
And its wings are all too light,
And its feathers are too bright,

  To rest in a bosom like mine.

But bring that bird again
When Winter has changed...

I see thee when the sunshine lies golden on the sea—
When the pale moon trembles in the brook, I think, love mine, of thee;
I see thee when the clouds of dust obscure the weary way,
And when the shadows of the night the traveller dismay.

...

A devoted mother
Whose angel like wings
Stretched far beyond her five boys
And beloved
Devoted to Jehova
A perfect queen
Who's lightness of manner
Was first to be seen
Her laughter so warming
Filled her crystal eyes
And the hearts of her...

Do not stand

  By my grave, and weep.

  I am not there,

  I do not sleep—
I am the thousand winds that blow
I am the diamond glints in snow
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle, autumn rain.
As you awake...

(Verse 1)
In life's grand tapestry, we're woven tight
Consequences abound, with every step in sight
No gift is given, without a tie that binds
The weight of want, a burden on our minds

(Chorus)
Oh, beware of gifts, that come with a tie so...

It was a battle field, and the cold moon
Made the pale dead yet paler. Two lay there;
One with the ghastly marble of the grave
Upon his face; the other wan, but yet
Touch'd with the hues of life, and its warm breath
Upon his parted lips.



...

The sun was setting o'er the sea,

  A beautiful and summer sun,
Crimson and warm, as if not night,

  But rather day were just begun;—
That lighted sky, that lighted sea,
They spoke of love and hope to me!

I thought how love, I...

Life behind life.
Love behind love.
Our destiny:
a cracked piggy bank.
Pieces of shadow gone to shaddow.
Where the light meets the darkest parts of us.
Where new life is old life and older still renewed.
Missing you is like wanting to die.
...

Ah! the drum making his loud beat
to instill a lurid deceit;
louder does not cry a hen
if she has to lay eggs again,
while a fly feels taller than...

AFTER the Sea-Ship--after the whistling winds;
  After the white-gray sails, taut to their spars and ropes,
  Below, a myriad, myriad waves, hastening, lifting up their necks,
  Tending in ceaseless flow toward the track of the ship:
  Waves of...

La terre souriait au ciel bleu. L'herbe verte
De gouttes de rosée était encor couverte.
Tout chantait par le monde ainsi que dans mon cœur.
Caché dans un buisson, quelque merle moqueur
Sifflait. Me raillait-il ? Moi, je n'y songeais guère.
Nos...

Subjects for Pictures. Series 1. No. 2


Waken'd by the small white fingers,

  Which its chords obey,
On the air the music lingers

  Of a low and languid lay

  ⁠From a soft Ionian lyre;—
Purple curtains hang the walls,...

Your two great eyes will slay me suddenly;
Their beauty shakes me who was once serene;
Straight through my heart the wound is quick and...

Pledge not that sparkling bowl

  To Memory, to Love, to Me;
I lay no spell upon thy soul

  Mid revelry:
But when thy wreath is dead,

  And the dancers have left the hall,
When the song and the lights are fled,

  Oh, then recall...

My heart is as light as the gossamer veil,
That floats on the bosom of air;
It changes as oft as the varying sail—
Like a butterfly, roams without care.
Love, like a flower, is but fair for awhile;
Its freshness soon passes away;
To-morrow...

Apparently I hit the character limit for the site in Part 1, so here's the remainder...

Syd Swan meets Fosling the Gosling (Part 2)
or
All for One

Continued...

The birds remained hushed in the woods far below
The noisemakers’ progress...

We'll miss her at the morning hour,

  When leaves and eyes unclose;
When sunshine calls the dewy flower

  To waken from repose;
For, like the singing of a bird,

  When first the sunbeams fall,
The gladness of her voice was heard
...

It was not in the winter, our loving lot was cast;
It was the time of roses—we plucked them as we passed.
⁠T. Hood.


⁠I.
A fair good-night to thee, love, a fair good-night to thee;
And pleasant be thy path, love, though it end not with...

Death


At a time on is birthed,
While at other,he exited.
Thus life is two-sided;
One of good,the other,bad.

Either one is rich or poor,
Filled with talents or not,
Caressed with with gold and bracelet,
Death is the end of all.

The...

Violence keeps eating into our system,
Greedily and overtly like a worm,
Though they cause a great dorm.
Yet we considered it a new custom.

Life might have been at its best
But for man's greed for power,
For knowledge and high interest:
...

Whoosh. Whoosh.
A fire beneath steel,
The engines burn, the heavens kneel.
Thrum.
The pulse of courage, the beating heart,
Each mission a daring work of art.

Seven names on Challenger’s sky,
They rose with dreams, they dared to fly.
Crack....

What seek I here to gather into words?
The scenes that rise before me as I turn
The pages of old times. A word—a name—
Conjures the past before me, till it grows
More actual than the present: that—I see
But with the common eyes of daily...

Is this the harp you used to wake,

  The harp of other days?
Or is it that another hand

  Amid its music strays?

No! the same harp to the same hand

  Yields up its melody—
The song, too, is the very same,

  Yet they are...

"And art thou gone! Ah! life was never made
For one like thee!"

I turn'd into the olive grove
Where first I said my vow of love;
The leaves were fresh, the flowers were fair,
As in our first sweet wand'ring there.
And as I look'd on the...

———Oh, never did the sky,
Colour’d with sunset, wear so many hues
As the heart wears, fill'd with the changeful thoughts
That haunt its loneliness!


I pray thee, do not speak to me

  Of any other hour,—
The past, for that...

I know it is not made to last,

  The dream which haunts my soul;
The shadow even now is cast

  Which soon will wrap the whole.

Ah! waking dreams that mock the day

  Have other end than those,
Which come beneath the moonlight ray,...

Life is made up of vanities—so small,
So mean, the common history of the day,—
That mockery seems the sole philosophy.
Then some stern truth starts up—cold, sudden, strange;
And we are taught what life is by despair:—
The toys, the...

I cannot bear to look on thee,

  And think on all that thou hast given
Of happiness and misery,—

  Alternately a hell! a heaven!

How can the merchant bear to gaze

  Upon the deep blue ocean wave?
The sea, in which his wealth was...

I envy thee, thou careless wind!

  How light, how wild thy wandering:
Thou hast no earthly chain, to bind

  One fetter on thy airy wing.

The flower's first sigh of blossoming,

  The soft harp's note, the woodlark's song,
All unto...

I have a summer gift,

  A sunny gift for thee:
See this white vase, where blooms

  A beautiful rose tree.

And on its crimson leaves

  Your heart must moralize,
For love a lesson takes

  Of every leaf that dies.

First you...

I loved her! and her azure eyes
Haunted me from sweet sunrise
To the dewy evening's close,
Dyeing rosier the rose.

  ⁠Yet I said, 'tis best to be

  ⁠⁠Free—and I again was free.

But I changed—and auburn hair
...

I pray thee let me weep to-night,

  'Tis rarely I am weeping;
My tears are buried in my heart,

  Like cave-lock'd fountains sleeping.

But oh, to-night, those words of thine

  Have brought the past before me;
And shadows of...

I send back thy letters:

  Ah! would I could send
The memory that fetters,

  The dreams that must end.

I send back thy tresses,

  Thy long raven hair;
Could I send thy caresses,

  They too should be there.

But keep thou...

I vow'd a vow of faith to thee,
By the red rose of June;
I vow'd it by the rainbow,
And by the silver moon.
The red rose is departed,
Fresh ones are blooming there;
The rainbow has not left a shade
Upon the azure air.
And the...

I will swear to thee by that bright star,

  Like thine own dark eyes' light;
I will be true, dear love! to thee,

  As that star to the night.

I will swear to thee by that sweet tree,

  With the red rose blossoming;
I will be...

I'll meet thee at the midnight hour,

  When their light the stars are weeping
O'er the roses of our bower,

  In their pleasant odours sleeping.

Like a spirit I will glide,

  Softly thy dear bosom seeking,
Till the eastern clouds...

Farewell, and when to-morrow

  Seems little, like to-day,
And we find life's deepest sorrow

  Melts gradual away;
Yet do not quite forget me,

  Though our love be o'er;
Let gentle dreams regret me

  When we shall meet no more. ...

How innocent, how beautiful thy sleep!
Sweet one, 'tis peace and joy to gaze on thee!
Thy summer sports, thy cloudless gaiety,
Are hush'd in slumber; but there lingers still
A smile upon thy lips, like the young day,
Flinging its sunlight...

Aye, think of me in after years,

  Although the dream be past,
Love’s charmed dream of hopes and fears,

  It is not made to last.

It cannot last—hearts will grow cold,

  And weary, although blest;—
Life’s book has but one leaf of gold—...

Oh, many are the lovely shapes
That glide along thy lovelier line,
And glorious is the breathing life
That warms that burning page of thine.

But never yet a form more fair
Amid the poet's visions moved,
Than Thekla, thy sweet fancy's...

This cascade, distant about a mile and a half from the village of Buttermere, exceeds in extent of fall the renowned Niagara, yet, owing to a difficulty of access, it is frequently neglected by the tourist.


It sweeps, as sweeps an army
Adown...

Come ye forth to our revel by moonlight,

  With your lutes and your spirits in tune;
The dew falls to-night like an odour,

  Stars weep o'er our last day in June.
Come maids leave the loom and its purple,

  Though the robe of a monarch...

If you can keep your head when all about you
  Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
  But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
  Or, being lied...

They say that I have A.D.D.
Attention Defi... Hey a bee!
It isn't true, I'm not like that
I'm focused perfec... Wow! a cat!
I don't know why they mock me so
There's nothing wrong with... Hi there, Joe!
I'll get revenge, I'll cause them pain...