Enigma
The noblest name in Allegory's page,
The hand that traced inexorable rage;
A pleasing moralist whose page refined,
Displays the deepest knowledge of the mind;
The noblest name in Allegory's page,
The hand that traced inexorable rage;
A pleasing moralist whose page refined,
Displays the deepest knowledge of the mind;
Sancta Maria! turn thine eyes -
Upon the sinner's sacrifice,
Of fervent prayer and humble love,
From thy holy throne above.
How shall the burial rite be read
The solemn song be sung
The requiem for the loveliest dead,
That ever died so young
Science
true daughter of Old Time thou art
Who alterest all things with thy peering eyes
Why preyest thou thus upon the poet's heart, Vulture, whose wings are dull realities
Dim vales- and shadowy floods- And cloudy-looking woods, Whose forms we can't discover For the tears that drip all over
Huge moons there wax and wane- Again- again- again- Every moment of the night- Forever changing places- And they put out t...
Thy soul shall find itself alone'Mid dark thoughts of the grey tombstone;
Not one, of all the crowd, to
Into thine hour of secrecy
Be silent in that solitude,
In visions of the dark night I have dreamed of joy departed- But a waking dream of life and light Hath left me broken-hearted
Ah
what is not a dream by day To him whose eyes are cast On things around him with a ray Turned back upon the p...
"Seldom we find," says Solomon Don Dunce,
"Half an idea in the profoundest sonnet.
Through all the flimsy things we see at once
As easily as through a Naples bonnet-
When from your gems of thought I turn To those pure orbs, your heart to learn,
I scarce know which to prize most high — The bright i-dea, or the bright dear-eye
A dark unfathomed
Of interminable pride -A mystery, and a dream,
Should my early life seem;
I say that dream was
From childhood’s hour I have not been
As others were—I have not seen
As others saw—I could not bring
My passions from a common spring—
How often we forget all time, when
Admiring Nature's universal throne;
Her woods - her winds - her mountains - the
Reply of Hers to Our intelligence