...wait forlorn: Their faith, my tears, the world deride, I come to shed them at your side. There yet perhaps may dawn an age, More fortunate, alas! than...sage, And gay without frivolity. Sons of the world, oh haste those years, But, till they rise, allow our tears. (Stranger from the Grand Chartreuse.) He laments,...

...Inheritors of tfiy distress, Have restless hearts one throb the less ' Ye slumber in your silent grave ! The world, which for an idle day Grace to your mood of sadness gave, Long since hath flung his weeds away, The eternal trifler breaks your spell ; But we — we learnt your lore too well ! From...

...the lone brakes of Fontainebleau, Or chalets near the Alpine snow ? Ye slumber in your silent grave ! The world, which for an idle day Grace to your mood...your spell; But we, — we learnt your lore too well! There may, perhaps, yet dawn an age, More fortunate, alas, than we, Which without hardness will be...

...Their faith, my tears, the world deride; I come to shed them at their side. There may, perhaps, yet dawn an age More fortunate, alas ! than we, Which...And gay without frivolity. Sons of the world, oh, haste those years ; But, till they rise, allow our tears ! The two minor poems that we like best are...

...the lone breaks of Fontainebleau, Or chalets near the Alpine snow ? Ye slumber in your silent grave ! The world, which for an idle day Grace to your mood...weeds away. The eternal trifler breaks your spell; we — we learnt your lore too well ! There may, perhaps, yet dawn an age, More fortunate, alas ! than...

...the lone brakes of Fontainebleau, Or chalets near the Alpine snow? Ye slumber in your silent grave ! The world, which for an idle day Grace to your mood...weeds away. The eternal trifler breaks your spell; But we—we learnt your lore too well! There yet, perhaps, may dawn an age, More fortunate, alas! than...

...and the saddest thing is that so few see the sadness of it : — ' Ye slumber in your silent grave ! The world, which for an idle day Grace to your mood...trifler breaks your spell ; But we — we learnt your love too well ! There yet, perhaps, may dawn an age, More fortunate, alas I than we, Which without...

...the lone brakes of Foutainebleau, Or chalets near the Alpine snow ? Ye slumber in your silent grave ! The world, which for an idle day Grace to your mood...your spell ; But we, — we learnt your lore too well ! There may, perhaps, yet dawn an age, More fortunate, alas, tlian we, Which without hardness will...

...the lone brakes of Fontainebleau, Or chalets near the Alpine snow ? Ye slumber in your silent grave ! The world, which for an idle day Grace to your mood of sadness gave, Long since halh flung her weeds away. The eternal trifler breaks your spell ; But we, — we learnt your lore...

...lone brakes of Fontainebleau, Or chalets near the Alpine snow? Ye slumber in )sour silent grave ! — The world, which for an idle day Grace to your mood...alas! than we, Which without hardness will be sage, AnJ gay without frivolity. Sons of the world, oh, speed those years ; But, while we wait, allow our...