“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— ⁠Trash of all trash!—how can a lady don it? Yet heavier far than your Petrarchan stuff— Owl-downy nonsense that the faintest puff ⁠Twirls into trunk-paper […]


Far away — far away — Far away — as far at least Lies that valley as the day Down within the golden east — All things lovely — are not they Far away — far away ? It is called the valley Nis. And a Syriac tale there is Thereabout which Time hath said […]

Once it smiled a silent dell Where the people did not dwell; They had gone unto the wars, Trusting to the mild-eyed stars, Nightly, from their azure towers, To keep watch above the flowers, In the midst of which all day The red sun-light lazily lay. Now each visiter shall confess The sad valley’s restlessness. […]

The skies they were ashen and sober; ⁠The leaves they were crisped and sere— ⁠The leaves they were withering and sere; It was night in the lonesome October ⁠Of my most immemorial year; It was hard by the dim lake of Auber, ⁠In the misty mid region of Weir— It was down by the dank […]

Fair river! in thy bright, clear flow ⁠Of crystal, wandering water, Thou art an emblem of the glow ⁠Of beauty—the unhidden heart— ⁠The playful maziness of art In old Alberto’s daughter; But when within thy wave she looks— ⁠Which glistens then, and trembles— Why, then, the prettiest of brooks ⁠Her worshipper resembles; For in his […]

Thou wast that all to me, love, ⁠For which my soul did pine— A green isle in the sea, love, ⁠A fountain and a shrine, All wreathed with fairy fruits and flowers, ⁠And all the flowers were mine. Ah, dream too bright to last! ⁠Ah, starry Hope! that didst arise But to be overcast! ⁠A […]

When wit, and wine, and friends have met And laughter crowns the festive hour In vain I struggle to forget Still does my heart confess thy power And fondly turn to thee! But Octavia, do not strive to rob My heart of all that soothes its pain The mournful hope that every throb Will make […]

Because I feel that, in the Heavens above, ⁠The angels, whispering to one another, Can find, among their burning terms of love, ⁠None so devotional as that of “Mother,” Therefore by that dear name I long have called you— ⁠You who are more than mother unto me, And fill my heart of hearts, where Death […]

Not long ago, the writer of these lines, In the mad pride of intellectuality, Maintained “the power of words”- denied that ever A thought arose within the human brain Beyond the utterance of the human tongue: And now, as if in mockery of that boast, Two words- two foreign soft dissyllables- Italian tones, made only […]