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'Tis the witching hour of night, Orbed is the moon and bright, And the stars they glisten, gliste… Seeming with bright eyes to listen… For what listen they?
Pensive they sit, and roll their l… Nibble their toast, and cool their… Or else forget the purpose of the… Forget their tea—forget their appe… See with cross’d arms they sit—ah!…
“Dark eyes are dearer far Than those that mock the hyacinthi… Blue! ‘Tis the life of heaven,—th… Of Cynthia,—the wide palace of th… The tent of Hesperus, and all his…
Fresh morning gusts have blown awa… From my glad bosom,—now from gloom… I mount for ever—not an atom less Than the proud laurel shall conten… No! by the eternal stars! or why s…
Of late two dainties were before m… Sweet, holy, pure, sacred and inno… From the ninth sphere to me benign… That Gods might know my own parti… First the soft Bag-pipe mourn’d w…
Can death be sleep, when life is b… And scenes of bliss pass as a phan… The transient pleasures as a visio… And yet we think the greatest pain… How strange it is that man on eart…
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…
There was a naughty boy, A naughty boy was he, He would not stop at home, He could not quiet be— He took
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…
Ah, what can ail thee, wretched wi… Alone and palely loitering? The sedge is withered from the lak… And no birds sing. Ah, what can ail thee, wretched wi…
O SORROW! Why dost borrow The natural hue of health, from… To give maiden blushes To the white rose bushes?
O PEACE! and dost thou with thy… The dwellings of this war-surround… Soothing with placid brow our late… Making the triple kingdom brightly… Joyful I hail thy presence; and I…
The Gothic looks solemn, The plain Doric column Supports an old Bishop and Crosie… The mouldering arch, Shaded o’er by a larch
ENDYMION. A Poetic Romance. “THE STRETCHED METRE… INSCRIBED TO THE MEM… Book I
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…