#English #Romanticism #XIXCentury
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…
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…
O SORROW! Why dost borrow The natural hue of health, from… To give maiden blushes To the white rose bushes?
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…
Why did I laugh tonight? No voice… No God, no demon of severe respon… Deigns to reply from heaven or fro… Then to my human heart I turn at… Heart, thou and I are here, sad a…
Where’s the Poet? show him! show… Muses nine! that I may know him. ‘Tis the man who with a man Is an equal, be he King, Or poorest of the beggar-clan
After dark vapors have oppress’d o… For a long dreary season, comes a… Born of the gentle south, and clea… From the sick heavens all unseemly… The anxious mouth, relieved from i…
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…
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…
There was one Mrs. Cameron of 50 years of age and the fattest woman in all Inverness-shire who got up this Mountain some few years ago—true she had her servants—but then she had her sel...
Old Meg she was a Gipsy, And liv’d upon the Moors: Her bed it was the brown heath tur… And her house was out of doors. Her apples were swart blackberries…
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
Fire, Air, Earth, and Water, Salamander, Zephyr, Dusketha, and… Salamander. Happy, happy glowing fire! Zephyr.
Give me a golden pen, and let me l… On heaped-up flowers, in regions c… Bring me a tablet whiter than a st… Or hand of hymning angel, when ‘ti… The silver strings of heavenly har…
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…