[ { "title": "294. Song—To Mary in Heaven", "author": "Robert Burns", "lines": [ "THOU ling’ring star, with lessening ray,", " That lov’st to greet the early morn,", "Again thou usher’st in the day", " My Mary from my soul was torn.", "O Mary! dear departed shade!", " Where is thy place of blissful rest?", "See’st thou thy lover lowly laid?", " Hear’st thou the groans that rend his breast?", "", "", "That sacred hour can I forget,", " Can I forget the hallow’d grove,", "Where, by the winding Ayr, we met,", " To live one day of parting love!", "Eternity will not efface", " Those records dear of transports past,", "Thy image at our last embrace,", " Ah! little thought we ’twas our last!", "", "", "Ayr, gurgling, kiss’d his pebbled shore,", " O’erhung with wild-woods, thickening green;", "The fragrant birch and hawthorn hoar,", " ’Twin’d amorous round the raptur’d scene:", "The flowers sprang wanton to be prest,", " The birds sang love on every spray;", "Till too, too soon, the glowing west,", " Proclaim’d the speed of winged day.", "", "", "Still o’er these scenes my mem’ry wakes,", " And fondly broods with miser-care;", "Time but th’ impression stronger makes,", " As streams their channels deeper wear,", "My Mary! dear departed shade!", " Where is thy blissful place of rest?", "See’st thou thy lover lowly laid?", " Hear’st thou the groans that rend his breast?" ], "linecount": "32" }, { "title": "To Mary, on Receiving Her Picture", "author": "George Gordon, Lord Byron", "lines": [ "This faint resemblance of thy charms,", " (Though strong as mortal art could give,)", "My constant heart of fear disarms,", " Revives my hopes, and bids me live.", "", "Here, I can trace the locks of gold", " Which round thy snowy forehead wave;", "The cheeks which sprung from Beauty's mould,", " The lips, which made me 'Beauty's' slave.", "", "Here I can trace--ah, no! that eye,", " Whose azure floats in liquid fire,", "Must all the painter's art defy,", " And bid him from the task retire.", "", "Here, I behold its beauteous hue;", "But where's the beam so sweetly straying,", "Which gave a lustre to its blue,", " Like Luna o'er the ocean playing?", "", "Sweet copy! far more dear to me,", " Lifeless, unfeeling as thou art,", "Than all the living forms could be,", " Save her who plac'd thee next my heart.", "", "She plac'd it, sad, with needless fear,", " Lest time might shake my wavering soul,", "Unconscious that her image there", " Held every sense in fast controul.", "", "Thro' hours, thro' years, thro' time,'twill cheer--", " My hope, in gloomy moments, raise;", "In life's last conflict 'twill appear,", " And meet my fond, expiring gaze." ], "linecount": "28" }, { "title": "To Mary Who Died in This Opinion", "author": "Percy Bysshe Shelley", "lines": [ "Maiden, quench the glare of sorrow", "Struggling in thine haggard eye:", "Firmness dare to borrow", "From the wreck of destiny;", "For the ray morn's bloom revealing", "Can never boast so bright an hue", "As that which mocks concealing,", "And sheds its loveliest light on you.", "", "Yet is the tie departed", "Which bound thy lovely soul to bliss?", "Has it left thee broken-hearted", "In a world so cold as this?", "Yet, though, fainting fair one,", "Sorrow's self thy cup has given,", "Dream thou'lt meet thy dear one,", "Never more to part, in Heaven.", "", "Existence would I barter", "For a dream so dear as thine,", "And smile to die a martyr", "On affection's bloodless shrine.", "Nor would I change for pleasure", "That withered hand and ashy cheek,", "If my heart enshrined a treasure", "Such as forces thine to break." ], "linecount": "24" }, { "title": "To Mary Wollstonecraft Godwin", "author": "Percy Bysshe Shelley", "lines": [ "Mine eyes were dim with tears unshed;", "Yes, I was firm--thus wert not thou;--", "My baffled looks did fear yet dread", "To meet thy looks--I could not know", "How anxiously they sought to shine", "With soothing pity upon mine.", "", "To sit and curb the soul's mute rage", "Which preys upon itself alone;", "To curse the life which is the cage", "Of fettered grief that dares not groan,", "Hiding from many a careless eye", "The scorned load of agony.", "", "Whilst thou alone, then not regarded,", "The ... thou alone should be,", "To spend years thus, and be rewarded,", "As thou, sweet love, requited me", "When none were near--Oh! I did wake", "From torture for that moment's sake.", "", "Upon my heart thy accents sweet", "Of peace and pity fell like dew", "On flowers half dead;--thy lips did meet", "Mine tremblingly; thy dark eyes threw", "Their soft persuasion on my brain,", "Charming away its dream of pain.", "", "We are not happy, sweet! our state", "Is strange and full of doubt and fear;", "More need of words that ills abate;--", "Reserve or censure come not near", "Our sacred friendship, lest there be", "No solace left for thee and me.", "", "Gentle and good and mild thou art,", "Nor can I live if thou appear", "Aught but thyself, or turn thine heart", "Away from me, or stoop to wear", "The mask of scorn, although it be", "To hide the love thou feel'st for me." ], "linecount": "36" }, { "title": "To Mary --", "author": "Percy Bysshe Shelley", "lines": [ "O Mary dear, that you were here", "With your brown eyes bright and clear.", "And your sweet voice, like a bird", "Singing love to its lone mate", "In the ivy bower disconsolate;", "Voice the sweetest ever heard!", "And your brow more...", "Than the ... sky", "Of this azure Italy.", "Mary dear, come to me soon,", "I am not well whilst thou art far;", "As sunset to the sphered moon,", "As twilight to the western star,", "Thou, beloved, art to me.", "", "O Mary dear, that you were here;", "The Castle echo whispers 'Here!'" ], "linecount": "16" }, { "title": "To Mary Shelley", "author": "Percy Bysshe Shelley", "lines": [ "My dearest Mary, wherefore hast thou gone,", "And left me in this dreary world alone?", "Thy form is here indeed--a lovely one--", "But thou art fled, gone down the dreary road,", "That leads to Sorrow's most obscure abode;", "Thou sittest on the hearth of pale despair,", "Where", "For thine own sake I cannot follow thee." ], "linecount": "8" }, { "title": "To Mary Shelley", "author": "Percy Bysshe Shelley", "lines": [ "The world is dreary,", "And I am weary", "Of wandering on without thee, Mary;", "A joy was erewhile", "In thy voice and thy smile,", "And 'tis gone, when I should be gone too, Mary." ], "linecount": "6" } ]