Heart on her lips, and soul within her eyes, Soft as her clime, and sunny as her skies
Such hath it been - shall be - beneath the sun the many still must labor for the one
The bright sun was extinguish'd, and the stars Did wander darkling in the eternal space.
Such hath it been--shall be--beneath the sun The many still must labour for the one.
Just as old age is creeping on space, And clouds come o'er the sunset of our day, They kindly leave us, though not quite alone, But in good company--the gout or stone.
And hold up to the sun my little taper.
What is Death, so it be but glorious? 'Tis a sunset; And mortals may be happy to resemble The Gods but in decay.
The Angels were all singing out of tune, and hoarse with having little else to do, excepting to wind up the sun and moon or curb a runaway young star or two.
He counted them at break of day - / And when the sun set where were they?
It is a hard although a common case To find our children running restive- they In whom our brightest days we would retrace, Our little selves reform'd in finer clay, Just as old age is creeping on apace, And clouds come o'er the sunset of our day, Th