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  • Nay, nay, Antonio! nay, thou shalt not blame her,
    My Gracia, who hath so deserted me.
    54 lines
  • Yes, yes! I love thee, Guilo; thee alone.
    Why dost thou sigh, and wear that face of sorrow?
    54 lines
  • Adieu, Romauld! But thou canst not forget me.
    Although no more I haunt thy dreams at night,
    62 lines
  • Do you remember the name I wore—
    The old pet-name of Little Queen—
    62 lines
  • And now, when poets are singing
    Their songs of olden days,
    143 lines
  • One bitter time of mourning, I remember,
    When day, and night, my sad heart did complain,
    25 lines
  • Dost thou not tire, Isaura, of this play?
    "What play?" Why, this old play of winning hearts!
    62 lines
  • You never can tell when you send a word,
    Like an arrow shot from a bow
    32 lines
  • How terrible these nights are when alone
    With our scarred hearts, we sit in solitude,
    36 lines
  • Well, how has it been with you since we met
    That last strange time of a hundred times?
    70 lines
  • When the first sere leaves of the year were falling,
    I heard, with a heart that was strangely thrilled,
    70 lines
  • I said this morning, as I leaned and threw
    My shutters open to the Spring's surprise,
    46 lines
  • Let me to-day do something that shall take
    A little sadness from the world's vast store,
    21 lines
  • I am troubled to-night with a curious pain;
    It is not of the flesh, it is not of the brain,
    58 lines
  • Through rivers of veins on the nameless quest
    The tide of my life goes hurriedly sweeping,
    64 lines
  • Let the dream go. Are there not other dreams
    In vastness of clouds hid from thy sight
    26 lines
  • If Christ came questioning His world to-day,
    (If Christ came questioning,)
    46 lines
  • Now is the time when India is gay
    With wedding parties; and the radiant throngs
    24 lines
  • It is a common fate—a woman's lot—
    To waste on one the riches of her soul,
    33 lines
  • She had looked for his coming as warriors come,
    With the clash of arms and the bugle's call:
    30 lines
  • Long have the poets vaunted, in their lays,
    Old times, old loves, old friendship, and old wine.
    38 lines
  • All perfect things are saddening in effect.
    The autumn wood robed in its scarlet clothes,
    26 lines
  • One time in Arcadie's fair bowers
    There met a bright immortal band,
    54 lines
  • There are ghosts in the room.
    As I sit here alone, from the dark corners there
    28 lines
  • A CURIOUS vision, on mine eyes unfurled
    In the deep night. I saw, or seemed to see,
    81 lines
  • Who is a Christian in this Christian land
    Of many churches and of lofty spires?
    22 lines
  • Though you see no banded army,
    Though you hear no cannons rattle,
    56 lines
  • What a terrible night! Does the Night, I wonder--
    The Night, with her black veil down to her feet
    32 lines
  • All nail the dawn of a new day breaking,
    When a strong-armed nation shall take away
    32 lines
  • Wherefore in dreams are sorrows borne anew,
    A healed wound opened, or the past revived?
    46 lines
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