#English #Romanticism #XIXCentury
A thing of beauty is a joy for eve… Its lovliness increases; it will n… Pass into nothingness; but still w… A bower quiet for us, and a sleep Full of sweet dreams, and health,…
Haydon! forgive me that I cannot… Definitively of these mighty thing… Forgive me, that I have not eagle… That what I want I know not where… And think that I would not be ove…
To-night I’ll have my friar—let m… About my room,—I’ll have it in th… It should be rich and sombre, and… Just in its mid-life in the midst… Should look thro’ four large windo…
As Hermes once took to his feathe… When lulled Argus, baffled, swoon… So on a Delphic reed, my idle spr… So play’d, so charm’d, so conquer’… The dragon—world of all its hundre…
ST. AGNES’ EVE—Ah, bitter chi… The owl, for all his feathers, was… The hare limp’d trembling through… And silent was the flock in woolly… Numb were the Beadsman’s fingers,…
Fire, Air, Earth, and Water, Salamander, Zephyr, Dusketha, and… Salamander. Happy, happy glowing fire! Zephyr.
O soft embalmer of the still midni… Shutting, with careful fingers and… Our gloom-pleas'd eyes, embower'd… Enshaded in forgetfulness divine: O soothest Sleep! if so it please…
My heart aches, and a drowsy numbn… My sense, as though of hemlock I… Or emptied some dull opiate to the… One minute past, and Lethe-wards… ’Tis not through envy of thy happy…
Fame, like a wayward girl, will st… To those who woo her with too slav… But makes surrender to some though… And dotes the more upon a heart at… She is a Gypsy,-will not speak to…
O golden—tongued Romance with ser… Fair plumed Syren! Queen of far a… Leave melodizing on this wintry da… Shut up thine olden pages, and be… Adieu! for once again the fierce d…
Time’s sea hath been five years at… Long hours have to and fro let cre… Since I was tangled in thy beauty… And snared by the ungloving of thi… And yet I never look on midnight…
It keeps eternal whisperings aroun… Desolate shores, and with its migh… Gluts twice ten thousand caverns,… Of Hecate leaves them their old s… Often 'tis in such gentle temper f…
Thus in altemate uproar and sad pe… Amazed were those Titans utterly. O leave them, Muse! O leave them… For thou art weak to sing such tum… A solitary sorrow best befits
And what is love? It is a doll dr… For idleness to cosset, nurse, and… A thing of soft misnomers, so divi… That silly youth doth think to mak… Divine by loving, nad so goes on
Nature withheld Cassandra in the… For more adornment a full thousand… She took their cream of Beauty’s… And shap’d and tinted her above al… Meanwhile Love kept her dearly wi…