• Night

    Faint from the bell the ghastly echoes fall,
    That grates within the grey cathedral tower;
    Let me not enter through the portal tall,
    Lest the strange spirit of the moonless hour... more »

  • The Hills Of Carrara

    Amidst a vale of springing leaves
    Where spreads the vine its wandering root
    And cumbrous fall the autumnal sheaves
    And olives shed their sable fruit,... more »

  • The Last Smile

    She sat beside me yesterday
    With lip, and eye, so blandly smiling,
    So full of soul, of life, of light,
    So sweetly my lorn heart beguiling... more »

  • Trust Thou Thy Love

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