Two centuries of song : or, Lyrics, madrigals, sonnets, and other occasional verses of the English poets of the last two hundred years . leafy solitudes. Grim Death And Time are grudging of Lifes little span :Wan Time speeds swiftly oer the waving grins from yonder cynical old thorn. I dare not speak of Michael Angelo— Such theme were all too splendid for my pen. And if I breathe the name of Sanzio(The brightest of Italian gentlemen), It is that love casts out my fear—and soI claim with him a kindredship. Ah! when We love, thy name is on our hearts engraven. As is thy name, my own d
Two centuries of song : or, Lyrics, madrigals, sonnets, and other occasional verses of the English poets of the last two hundred years . leafy solitudes. Grim Death And Time are grudging of Lifes little span :Wan Time speeds swiftly oer the waving grins from yonder cynical old thorn. I dare not speak of Michael Angelo— Such theme were all too splendid for my pen. And if I breathe the name of Sanzio(The brightest of Italian gentlemen), It is that love casts out my fear—and soI claim with him a kindredship. Ah! when We love, thy name is on our hearts engraven. As is thy name, my own dear Bard of Avon ! Nor is the Colosseum theme of mine, Twas built for poet of a larger daring;The world goes there with torches—I decline Thus to affront the moonbeams with their time in May our forces well combine (Just you and I), and try a midnight airing,And then Ill quote this rhyme to you—and thenYoull muse upon the vanity of men. O come ! I send a leaf of tender fern,—T was plucked where Beauty lingers round decay: The ashes buried in a sculptured urn Are not more dead than Rome—so dead to-day ! 280.
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