"Dickens is dead!" Beneath that grievous cry Distrust that word Dreamer of dreams, born out of my due time. Each on his own strict line we move Fair ship that from the Italian shore Faint as a climate-changing bird that flies Far, far aloof from Olympus and the thunder For against all men from of old Fresh from the summer wave From his adventurous prime. From strength to strength, from love to love Hark! what dancing footsteps fall Hapless doom of woman He hears with gladdened heart the thunder He holds a dubious balance. He will achieve his greatness How far thro' all the bloom and brake How light it moves, how softly! Ah!. I ask thee for a kiss no more 266 In May, when sea-winds pierced our solitudes. In youth the artist voweth lover's vows. Joy has not found her yet, nor ever will. Last, as by some one deathbed after wail Let praise devote thy work, and skill employ Live-yet live Love flew in at the window Love, strong as Death, is dead Loitering and leaping Looking on a page where stood Man, thoughtless man, whose moments quickly fly My fairest child, I have no song to give you My good blade carves the casques of men Music and frankincense of flowers belong 56 ΙΟ Now first we stand and understand 280 O born in days when wits were fresh and clear 104 O lieb', so lang du lieben kannst!. 108 Of old sat Freedom on the heights 26 76 Oh, earlier shall the rosebuds blow Oh, like a queen's her happy tread Old poets fostered under friendlier skies. On the great streams the ships may go 234 2 134 52 226 Peace and her huge invasion to these shores Put forth thy leaf, thou lofty plane Quenched is the lamp, ev'n in its flickering dear Raise the light, my page! that I may see her She loved the Autumn, I the Spring Spare them your pity; 'tis unmeet Still glides the stream, slow drops the boat Summer is coming, summer is coming 84 244 242 24 90 276 156 120 240 136 228 82 286 216 122 stand 82 78 242 282 162 208 246 94 128 172 260 232 26 92 The unfathomable sea. The voice grew faint, there came a further change 236 20 112 270 X The sun shall prosper the season's yield. The sun is not abed when I The statue-Buonarotti said—doth wait. The time admits not flowers or leaves Then, for a little moment, all people held their breath Then rose the king, and moved his host by night Then what charm company Thence we turned, what time the blackbird There is no flock, however watched There lies a vale in Ida There rolls the deep There once was a lady of Troy There was once a maiden of Smyrna Their leader was false Sextus There's nothing great or bright, thou glorious Fall These having halted bade blow horns This little life is all we must endure This is the Chapel, here, my son Think not thy wisdom can illume away PAGE 8 74 222 126 166 124 124 28 104 208 6 14 12 130 202 278 12 102 116 Thy voice is heard through rolling drums Tho' Sin too oft, when smitten by Thy rod Vainly were the words of parting spoken What sights were theirs in that blest wonderland When all the world is young, lad. When I am dead, my dearest When Spring comes laughing by vale and hill When the Gods heard, they straight arose While she brooded thus Whither, midst falling dew Who has not walked upon the shore Who is the champion? who the strong Would that the structure brave Ye have not sowed in vain Ye wells, ye founts that fall. Yet, O stricken heart, remember, O remember You love all, you say You'll carry the flag Your fogs hang black on the chimney-stack 22 164 24 236 260 |