Poems with rhymes of depart

I told her all my heart,
Trembling, cold, in ghastly fears--
Ah, she doth depart.

He conned the new-born Lay with grateful heart--
Foreboding not how soon he must depart;

That when from hence she does depart,
The outlet then is from the heart.

That white winds bid depart;
Then one I used to see here
Would warm my wasted heart!

We cling while we depart;
And memories, unmark'd till then,
Come crowding on the heart.

When she weeps he doth depart,
And returns to the Heavens high
With an unwounded heart.

I thought I wrote it on thine heart.
I had no touch of fear, that words,
Such words, so graven, could depart.

I told her all my heart;
Trembling, cold, in ghastly fears,
Ah! she did depart!

This picture from nature may seem to depart,
Yet the Man would at once run away with your heart;

Of memories shall we depart.
Come, my beloved, where I may
Speak to your heart.

Still, still I see the figure smart--
Trophy in mouth, agog to start,
Then, home return'd, once more depart;

Thine Avis give without a murm'ring heart,
Though half thy soul be fated to depart.

Escape their prison and depart
On the wide ocean of life anew.
There the freed prisoner, where'er his heart

Though all we knew depart,
The old commandments stand:
"In courage keep your heart,

And sorrow fills his heart,
He hears a voice again,
That bids his fears depart:

O never say that I was false of heart,
Though absence seem'd my flame to qualify:
As easy might I from myself depart

And will not let you depart,
But put you down in the dungeon
In the round-tower of my heart.

And though thou pour more I'll depart;
My picture vanished, vanish fears
That I can be endamaged by that art;

Nature I loved and, next to Nature, Art:
I warm'd both hands before the fire of life;
It sinks, and I am ready to depart.

But though from court to cottage he depart,
His Saint is sure of his unspotted heart.