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Alas! that every lovely thing
Lives only but for withering,—
That spring rainbows and summer shine
End but in autumn's pale decline.
The Troubadour (1825)
Oh! why should woman ever love,
Trusting to one false star above;
And fling her little chance away
Of sunshine for its treacherous ray.
The Troubadour (1825)
From drooping leaves, and bending flowers,
Exhaled the midnight dews !
Like love that from its inmost thoughts
Its own sweet life renews.
The great happiness-secret, after all, is division. How dare we, in this vain, fleeting world, concentrate our whole freight of interest in one frail bark ?
Romance and Reality (1831)
Are we not like that actor of old time,
Who wore his mask so long his face took
Its likeness?
The Venetian Bracelet (1829)
They know there must be May within the year,
Else would they never dream that May was here.
For he had curious colours, that could give
The human face so like, it seem'd to live.
The Golden Violet (1827)
He had been used to that greatest of mental pleasures — to have his thoughts often divined — always entered into.
Romance and Reality (1831)
Strange, that ignorance should be our best happiness in this life, and yet be the one we are ever striving to destroy !
Heath's book of Beauty, 1833 (1832)
Where on earth is the truth that may vie
With woman's lone and long constancy?
The Golden Violet (1827)
Vanity is the real lever with which Archimedes said he could move the earth;...
Ethel Churchill (1837)
The sudden start, the rapid step once more,—
As if it would annihilate the time:—
But who may paint the solitude of crime?
The Venetian Bracelet (1829)
Gentlest one, I bow to thee,
Rose-lipp'd queen of poesy,
Sweet Erato, thou whose chords
Waken but for love-touched words !
Peace to the weary and the beating heart,
That fed upon itself!
The Venetian Bracelet (1829)
O no, my heart can never be
Again in lighted hopes the same —
The love that lingers there for thee
Has more of ashes than of flame.
Is there some nameless boding sent,
Like a noiseless voice from the tomb?—
A spirit note from the other world,
To warn of death and doom?
The Vow of the Peacock (1835)
Where is the heart that has not bow'd
A slave, eternal Love, to thee:
Look on the cold, the gay, the proud,
And is there one among them free?
The Troubadour (1825)
All beginnings are very troublesome things.
Childhood whose very happiness is love.
The Golden Violet (1827)
How sweet on the breeze of the evening swells
The vesper call of those soothing bells,
Borne softly and dying in echoes away,
Like a requiem sung to the parting day.