Most sweet it is with unuplifted eyes To pace the ground, if path be there or none, While a fair region round the traveller lies Which he forbears again to look upon; Pleased rather with some soft ideal scene, The work of Fancy, or some happy tone...
I called you by sweet names by wood and linn,
You answered not because my voice was new,
And you were listening for the hounds of
And the long hosts of Lugh
Rana, to me your slander is sweet
Some praise me, some blame me
Igo the other way
On the narrow path,
Like the sweet apple that
At end of the bough--Far end of the bough--Left by the gatherer's swaying,
Forgotten, so thou
Nay, not forgotten, ungotten,
Sweet poets of the gentle antique line,
That made the hue of beauty all eterne;
And gave earth's melodies a silver turn,--Where did you steal your art so right divine
--Sweetly ye memoried every golden
Sweet poet of the woods—-a long adieu
Farewel, soft minstrel of the early year
Ah
'twill be long ere thou shalt sing anew,
Never let me lose the marvel of your statue-like eyes, or the accent the solitary rose of your breath places on my cheek at night
I am afraid of being, on this shore, a branchless trunk, and what I most regret is having no flower, pulp, or cl...
Beauty, sweet love, is like the morning dew Whose short refresh upon the tender green Cheers for a time but till the Sun doth show,
And straight 'tis gone as it had never been
Soon doth it fade that makes the fairest flourish;
Short...
Of that so sweet
My soul, dearest, is fain — -Soft arms that woo me to
And woo me to detain
Ah, could they ever hold me
I would in that sweet bosom be (O sweet it is and fair it is
) Where no rude wind might visit me
Because of sad austerities I would in that sweet bosom be
I would be ever in that heart (O soft I knock and soft entreat her
How sweet the name of Jesus
In a believer's ear
It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds,
And drives away his fear
Sweet and low, sweet and low,
Wind of the western sea,
Low, low, breathe and blow,
Wind of the western sea