#English #Romanticism #XIXCentury
Season of mists and mellow fruitfu… Close bosom-friend of the maturing… Conspiring with him how to load an… With fruit the vines that round th… To bend with apples the mossed cot…
The church bells toll a melancholy… Calling the people to some other p… Some other gloominess, more dreadf… More harkening to the sermon’s hor… Surely the mind of man is closely…
I cry your mercy—pity—love!—aye, l… Merciful love that tantalizes not, One—thoughted, never—wandering, gu… Unmasked, and being seen—without a… O! let me have thee whole,—all—all…
When I have fears that I may ceas… Before my pen has gleaned my teemi… Before high-pilèd books, in charac… Hold like rich garners the full ri… When I behold, upon the night’s s…
Lo! I must tell a tale of chivalr… For large white plumes are dancing… Not like the formal crest of latte… But bending in a thousand graceful… So graceful, that it seems no mort…
FAME, like a wayward girl, will… 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 Gipsey,—will not speak t…
Byron! how sweetly sad thy melody! Attuning still the soul to tendern… As if soft Pity, with unusual str… Had touch’d her plaintive lute, an… Hadst caught the tones, nor suffer…
O BLUSH not so! O blush not so! Or I shall think you knowing; And if you smile the blushing whil… Then maidenheads are going. There’s a blush for want, and a bl…
In midmost Ind, beside Hydaspes c… There stood, or hover’d, tremulous… A faery city 'neath the potent rul… Of Emperor Elfinan; fam’d ev’rywh… For love of mortal women, maidens…
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,…
O thou whose face hath felt the W… Whose eye has seen the snow-clouds… And the black elm tops 'mong the f… To thee the spring will be a harve… O thou, whose only book has been t…
This mortal body of a thousand day… Now fills, O Burns, a space in th… Where thou didst dream alone on bu… Happy and thoughtless of thy day o… My pulse is warm with thine old ba…
Shed no tear! O shed no tear! The flower will bloom another year… Weep no more! O weep no more! Young buds sleep in the root’s whi… Dry your eyes! O dry your eyes!
There are who lord it o’er their f… With most prevailing tinsel: who u… Their baaing vanities, to browse a… The comfortable green and juicy ha… From human pastures; or, O tortur…
He is to weet a melancholy carle: Thin in the waist, with bushy head… As hath the seeded thistle when in… It holds the Zephyr, ere it sende… Its light balloons into the summer…