It was upon a torpid summer night
When I was feeling so low and lonely,
As if my strength and courage were mortally defeated,
My hope and faith had melted away, and only... more »
Would not men die for such a sylph like thee?
A form so perfect that doth Nature proud;
A heart so chaste, whose state is e’er in glee,
Diffident ne'er before a staring crowd;... more »