Once it smiled a silent dell
Where the people did...
The skies they were ashen and sober;
The leaves...
Fair river! in thy bright, clear flow
Of crystal,...
Thou wast all that to me, love,
For which my soul...
Seraph! thy memory is to me
Like some enchanted far-off...
Because I feel that, in the Heavens above,
The...
Of all who hail thy presence as the morning-
Of all...
O! I care not that my earthly lot
Hath little of...
Helen, thy beauty is to me
Like those Nicean barks...
I saw thee once- once only- years ago:
I must not say how...
Helen, thy beauty is to me
Like those Nicean...
Thou wouldst be loved?- then let thy heart
...
Beloved! amid the earnest woes
That crowd around...
Not long ago, the writer of these lines,
In the mad...
The bowers whereat, in dreams, I see
The wantonest...
Once it smiled a silent dell
Where the people did not...
At midnight, in the month of June,
I stand beneath the...
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and...
In spring of youth it was my lot
To haunt of the wide...
In spring of youth it was my lot
To haunt of the...
In the greenest of our valleys
By good angels tenanted,...
The happiest day- the happiest hour
My sear'd and...
The happiest day- the happiest hour
My sear'd and blighted...
'Tis said that when
The hands of men
Tamed this...
Lo! 'tis a gala night
Within the lonesome latter years.