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  • THERE is an hour, a pensive hour;
    (And oh! how dear its soothing pow'r!)
    25 lines
  • 'Twas early day -- and sunlight stream'd
    Soft through a quiet room,
    32 lines
  • A monarch on his death-bed lay --
    Did censors waft perfume,
    32 lines
  • When will ye think of me, my friends?
    When will ye think of me?
    28 lines
  • Thy voice prevails -- dear friend, my gentle friend!
    This long-shut heart for thee shall be unsealed,
    267 lines
  • His very heart athirst
    To gaze at nature in her green array,
    75 lines
  • OH, queen of dreams! 'tis now the hour,
    Thy fav'rite hour of silence and of sleep;
    57 lines
  • OH thou! whose soft, bewitching lyre,
    Can lull the sting of pain to rest;
    33 lines
  • OH thou! the musing, wakeful pow'r,
    That lov'st the silent, midnight hour,
    52 lines, 1 comment
  • Heard ye the Gothic trumpet's blast?
    The march of hosts as Alaric passed?
    184 lines
  • There were thick leaves above me and around,
      And low sweet sighs like those of childhood's sleep,
    45 lines
  • WHERE is the summer, with her golden sun?
        —That festal glory hath not pass'd from earth:
    28 lines
  • \And is not love in vain,
    Torture enough without a living tomb?\
    281 lines
  • The corn, in golden light,
    Waves o'er the plain;
    15 lines
  • Thou giv'st me flowers, thou giv'st me songs; bring back
    The love that I have lost!
    58 lines
  • Bring flowers, young flowers, for the festal board,
    To wreathe the cup ere the wine is pour'd;
    36 lines
  • A sound of music, from amidst the hills,
    Came suddenly, and died; a fitful sound
    109 lines
  • The boy stood on the burning deck
    Whence all but he had fled;
    48 lines, 9 comments
  • FAIR Gratitude! in strain sublime,
    Swell high to heav'n thy tuneful zeal;
    40 lines
  • Torches were blazing clear,
        Hymns pealing deep and slow,
    106 lines
  • She knelt in prayer. A stream of sunset fell
    Thro' the stain'd window of her lonely cell,
    124 lines
  • They float before my soul, the fair designs
    Which I would body forth to life and power,
    14 lines
  • CALM on the bosom of thy God,
    Fair spirit, rest thee now!
    8 lines
  • Du Heilige! rufe dein Kind zur?ch habe genossen das irdische Gl?ch habe gelebt und geliebet. ~Wallenstein
    245 lines
  • Too long have Tyranny and Power combined,
    To sway, with iron sceptre, o'er mankind;
    650 lines
  • Wouldst thou wear the gift of immortal bloom?
    Wouldst thou smile in scorn at the shadowy tomb?
    48 lines
  • Whither, oh! whither wilt thou wing thy way?
    What solemn region first upon thy sight
    13 lines, 2 comments
  • Dark lowers our fate,
    And terrible the storm that gathers o'er us;
    65 lines
  • A WAIL was heard around the bed, the death-bed of the young,
    Amidst her tears the Funeral Chant a mournful mother sung.
    70 lines
  • Now autumn strews on every plain,
    His mellow fruits and fertile grain;
    30 lines
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