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Blue! ‘Tis the life of heaven,—th… Of Cynthia,—the wide palace of th… The tent of Hesperus, and all his… The bosomer of clouds, gold, gray,… Blue! ’Tis the life of waters:—Oc…
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…
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…
Four Seasons fill the measure of… There are four seasons in the mind… He has his lusty Spring, when fan… Takes in all beauty with an easy s… He has his Summer, when luxurious…
Dear Reynolds, as last night I la… There came before my eyes that won… Of shapes, and shadows, and rememb… That every other minute vex and pl… Things all disjointed come from no…
Oh what can ail thee, knight-at-ar… Alone and palely loitering? The sedge has withered from the la… And no birds sing. Oh what can ail thee, knight-at-ar…
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
Bright star, would I were stedfas… Not in lone splendour hung aloft t… And watching, with eternal lids ap… Like nature’s patient, sleepless… The moving waters at their priest-…
Bards of Passion and of Mirth, Ye have left your souls on earth! Have ye souls in heaven too, Doubled-lived in regions new? Yes, and those of heaven commune
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…
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…
MOTHER of Hermes! and still you… May I sing to thee As thou wast hymned on the shores… Or may I woo thee In earlier Sicilian? or thy smile…
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…
After dark vapors have oppress’d o… For a long dreary season, comes a… Born of the gentle South, and cle… From the sick heavens all unseemly… The anxious month, relieved of its…
As I lay in my bed slepe full unm… Was unto me, but why that I ne mi… Rest I ne wist, for there n’as er… [As I suppose] had more of hertis… Than I, for I n’ad sicknesse nor…