Written in her French Psalter
No crooked leg, no bleared eye,
No part deformed out of kind,
Nor yet so ugly half can
As is the inward suspicious mind
No crooked leg, no bleared eye,
No part deformed out of kind,
Nor yet so ugly half can
As is the inward suspicious mind
Ask not, whence springs my ceaseless sadness,
But let me still the secret keep:
Ask not, why thus in restless
Pass the long hours once given to sleep:
I
RD a thousand blended notes,
While in a grove I sate reclined,
In that sweet mood when pleasant
Hail to thy pencil
well its glowing
Has traced those features painted on my heart;
Now, though in distant scenes she soon will rove,
All hail, once pleasing, once inspiring shade
Scene of my youthful loves and happier hours
Where the kind Muses met me as I stray'd,
And gently press'd my hand, and said "Be ours
O
LD, in very truth thou art too young;
When wilt thou learn to wear the garb of age
World, with thy covering of yellow flowers,
I am
yet what I am who cares, or knows
My friends forsake me like a memory lost
I am the self-consumer of my woes; They rise and vanish, an oblivious host,
How fondly I gaze on the fast falling-leaves,
That mark, as I wander, the summer's decline;
And then I exclaim, while my conscious heart heaves,"Thus early to droop and to perish be mine
"Yet once I remember, in moments lo...
Be my companion under cool arcades That frame some drowsy street and dazzling square Beyond whose flowers and palm-tree promenades White belfries burn in the blue tropic air
Lie near me in dim forests where the croon Of wood-doves sounds and ...
I saw pale Dian, sitting by the brink Of silver falls, the overflow of fountains From cloudy steeps; and I grew sad to think Endymion's foot was silent on those mountains
And he but a hush'd name, that Silence keeps In dear remembrance,—lonel...
EN have I last looked
The round green eyes and the long wavering
Of the dark leopards of the moon
All the wild witches, those most noble ladies,
OW soft
ER, gently stray, Still a silent waving tide O'er thy glitt'ring carpet glide,
While I chaunt my
AY,