#English #Romanticism #XIXCentury
O Goddess! hear these tuneless nu… By sweet enforcement and remembran… And pardon that thy secrets should… Even into thine own soft-conched e… Surely I dreamt to-day, or did I…
Full many a dreary hour have I pa… My brain bewildered, and my mind o… With heaviness; in seasons when I… No spherey strains by me could e’e… From the blue dome, though I to d…
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…
Hush, hush! tread softly! hush, hu… All the house is asleep, but we kn… That the jealous, the jealous old… Tho’ you’ve padded his night-cap—… Tho’ your feet are more light than…
Standing aloof in giant ignorance, Of thee I hear and of the Cyclade… As one who sits ashore and longs p… To visit dolphin-coral in deep sea… So thou wast blind;—but then the v…
There is a charm in footing slow a… Where patriot battle has been foug… There is a pleasure on the heath w… Where mantles grey have rustled by… There is a joy in every spot made…
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…
FAIR ISABEL, poor simple Isab… Lorenzo, a young palmer in Love’s… They could not in the self-same ma… Without some stir of heart, some m… They could not sit at meals but fe…
Read me a lesson, Muse, and speak… Upon the top of Nevis, blind in m… I look into the chasms, and a shro… Vapourous doth hide them,—just so… Mankind do know of hell; I look o…
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…
Hadst thou liv’d in days of old, O what wonders had been told Of thy lively countenance, And thy humid eyes that dance In the midst of their own brightne…
WHERE be ye going, you Devon ma… And what have ye there i’ the bask… Ye tight little fairy, just fresh… Will ye give me some cream if I a… I love your meads, and I love you…
As from the darkening gloom a silv… Upsoars, and darts into the easter… On pinions that nought moves but p… So fled thy soul into the realms a… Regions of peace and everlasting l…
What though while the wonders of n… I cannot your light, mazy footstep… Nor listen to accents, that almost… Bless Cynthia’s face, the enthusi… Yet over the steep, whence the mou…
IN drear-nighted December, Too happy, happy tree, Thy branches ne’er remember Their green felicity: The north cannot undo them