To the Ideal. Prefatory Poem to The Pilgrims of the Rhine (Edward George Bulwer-Lytton Poems)
I. Like the sweet Naiad of the Grecian's dreams,A Spirit born of Song — unseen, all-seeing—Lives deep within our dark ...
I. Like the sweet Naiad of the Grecian's dreams,A Spirit born of Song — unseen, all-seeing—Lives deep within our dark ...
I."Through the summer day, through the weary day, We have glided long; Ere we speed to the Night through her ...
I.The merry Loves one holiday Were all at gambols madly; But Loves too long can seldom play Without behaving sadly. ...
I.Like a Star in the seas above, Like a Dream to the waves of sleep— Up—up—THE INCARNATE LOVE— She rose ...
I.Who will assume the bays That the hero wore? Wreaths on the Tomb of Days Gone evermore! Who shall disturb ...
I.Buy my flowers — O buy — I pray! The blind girl comes from afar; If the earth be as ...
By the cool banks where soft Cephisus flows, A voice sail'd trembling down the waves of air; The leaves blushed ...
I.Farewell! O soul departed! Farewell! O sacred urn! Bereaved and broken-hearted, To earth the mourners turn. To the dim and ...
I.As the bark floateth on o'er the summer-lit sea, Floats my heart o'er the deeps of its passion for thee; ...
I.The Wind and the Beam loved the Rose, And the Rose loved one; For who recks the wind where it ...
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