When the warm sun, that
Seed-time and harvest, has returned again,'T is sweet to visit the still wood, where springs The first flower of the plain
I love the season well,
When forest glades are teeming with bright forms,
I heard the bells on Christmas
Their old familiar carols play,
And wild and
The words
Lo
in the painted oriel of the West, Whose panes the sunken sun incarnadines, Like a fair lady at her casement, shines The evening star, the star of love and rest
And then anon she doth herself divest Of all her radiant garments, and rec...
O let the soul her slumbers break,
Let thought be quickened, and awake;
Awake to
How soon this life is past and gone,
I
Oft have I seen at some cathedral door A laborer, pausing in the dust and heat, Lay down his burden, and with reverent feet Enter, and cross himself, and on the floor Kneel to repeat his paternoster o'er; Far off the noises of the world ret...
"Build me straight,
O worthy Master
Stanch and strong, a goodly vessel, That shall laugh at all disaster, And with wave and whirlwind wrestle
" The merchant's word Delighted the Master heard; For his heart was in his work,...
The shades of night were falling fast,
As through an Alpine village passedA youth, who bore, 'mid snow and ice,
A banner with the strange device,
His brow was sad; his eye beneath,
What The Heart Of The Young Man Said To The Psalmist.
Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
Life is but an empty dream!
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
We sat within the farm-house old, Whose windows, looking o'er the bay, Gave to the sea-breeze damp and cold, An easy entrance, night and day
Not far away we saw the port, The strange, old-fashioned, silent town, The lighthouse, the dismantled...
This is the place
Stand still, my steed, Let me review the scene,
And summon from the shadowy Past The forms that once have been
The Past and Present here unite Beneath Time's flowing tide,
Southward with fleet of ice Sailed the corsair Death;
Wild and gast blew the blast, And the east-wind was his breath
His lordly ships of ice Glisten in the sun;
On each side, like pennons wide, Flashing crystal streamlets run
An old man in a lodge within a park; The chamber walls depicted all around With portraitures of huntsman, hawk, and hound, And the hurt deer
He listeneth to the lark, Whose song comes with the sunshine through the dark Of painted glass in lea...