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My days are in the yellow leaf;
The flowers and fruits of love are gone;
The worm, the canker, and the grief
Are mine alone!
- On this day I complete my Thirty-sixth Year
It is the hour when from the boughs
The nightingale's high note is heard;
It is the hour when lovers' vows
Seem sweet in every whispered word;
And gentle winds, and waters near,
Make music to the lonely ear.
Each flower the dews have lightly wet,
And in the sky the stars are met,
And on the wave is deeper blue,
And on the leaf a browner hue,
And in the heaven that clear obscure,
So softly dark, and darkly pure.
Which follows the decline of day,
As twilight melts beneath the moon away.
- Parisina (st. 1) [Evening : Nightingales]
How chang'd since last her speaking eye
Glanc'd gladness round the glitt'ring room,
Where high-born men were proud to wait--
Where Beauty watched to imitate.
- Parisina (st. 10) [Change]
Father of Light! great God of Heaven!
Hear'st thou the accents of despair?
Can guilt like man's be e'er forgiven?
Can vice atone for crimes by prayer?
- Prayer of Nature [Prayer]
Father! no prophet's laws I seek,--
Thy laws in Nature's works appear;--
I own myself corrupt and weak,
Yet will I pray, for thou wilt hear.
- Prayer of Nature [Prayer]
Oh, God! it is a fearful thing
To see the human soul take wing
In any shape, in any mood!
- Prisoner of Chillon (st. 8) [Death]
The chaos of events.
- Prophecy of Dante (canto II, l. 6) [Chaos]
Sound the loud timbrel o'er Egypt's dark sea!
Jehovah hath triumphed--his people are free.
- Sacred Songs--Sound of loud Timbrel
Which cheers the sad, revives the old, inspires
The young, makes Weariness forget his toil,
And Fear her danger; opens a new world
When this, the present, palls.
- Sardanapalus (act I, sc. 1)
[Wine and Spirits]
By all that's good and glorious.
- Sardanapalus (act I, sc. 2)
For ever something between us and what
We deem our happiness.
- Sardanapalus (act I, sc. 2) [Happiness]
Think'st thou there is no tyranny but that
Of blood and chains? The despotism of vice--
The weakness and the wickedness of luxury--
The negligence--the apathy--the evils
Of sensual sloth--produces ten thousand tyrants,
Whose delegated cruelty surpasses
The worst acts of one energetic master,
However harsh and hard in his own bearing.
- Sardanapalus (act I, sc. 2) [Tyranny]
I am the very slave of circumstance
And impulse--borne away with every breath.
- Sardanapalus (act IV, sc. 1)
The dust we tread upon was once alive.
- Sardanapalus (act IV, sc. 1, l. 66) [Life]
A mere court butterfly,
That flutters in the pageant of a monarch.
- Sardanapalus (act V, sc. 1) [Courtiers]
Let's not unman each other--part at once;
All farewells should be sudden, when forever,
Else they make an eternity of moments,
And clog the last sad sands of life with tears.
- Sardanapalus (act V, sc. 1) [Parting]
She walks in beauty like the night
Of cloudless chimes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
- She Walks in Beauty [Beauty]
Out upon Time! it will leave no more
Of the things to come than the things before!
Out upon Time! who forever will leave
But enough of the past for the future to grieve.
- Siege of Corinth (st. 18) [Time]
There is a temple in ruins stands,
Fashion'd by long forgotten hands:
Two or three columns, and many a stone,
Marble and granite, with grass o'ergrown!
- Siege of Corinth (st. 18) [Ruin]
Hand to hand, and foot to foot:
Nothing there, save death, was mute;
Stroke, and thrust, and flash, and cry
For quarter or for victory,
Mingle there with the volleying thunder.
- Siege of Corinth (st. 24) [War]
Eternal Spirit of the chainless Mind!
Brightest in dungeons, Liberty! thou art,
For there thy habitation is the heart--
The heart which love of thee alone can bind;
And when thy sons to fetters are consign'd--
To fetters and damp vault's dayless gloom,
Their country conquers with their martyrdom.
- Sonnet--Introductory to Prisoner of Chillon
'Tis not on youth's smooth cheek the blush alone, which fades so fast,
But the tender bloom of heart is gone, ere youth itself be past.
- Stanzas for Music [Blushes]
There's not a joy the world can give like that it takes away.
- Stanzas for Music--There's not a joy, etc.
In the desert a fountain is springing,
In the wide waste there still is a tree,
And a bird in the solitude singing,
Which speaks to my spirit of thee.
- Stanzas to Augusta [Sympathy]
Pure friendship's well-feigned blush.
- Stanzas to Her who can Best Understand Them
(st. 12) [Blushes]
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