#English
If by dull rhymes our English mus… And, like Andromeda, the Sonnet s… Fetter’d, in spite of pained lovel… Let us find out, if we must be con… Sandals more interwoven and comple…
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…
Asleep! O sleep a little while, w… And let me kneel, and let me pray… And let me call Heaven’s blessing… And let me breathe into the happy… That doth enfold and touch thee al…
I had a dove, and the sweet dove d… And I have thought it died of gri… O what could it grieve for? Its f… With a silken thread of my own han… Sweet little red feet! Why would…
My heart aches, and a drowsy numbn… My sense, as though of hemlock I… Or emptied some dull opiate to the… One minute past, and Lethe-wards… ’Tis not through envy of thy happy…
Had I a man’s fair form, then mig… Be echoed swiftly through that ivo… Thine ear, and find thy gentle hea… Would passion arm me for the enter… But ah! I am no knight whose foem…
Good Kosciusko, thy great name al… Is a full harvest whence to reap h… It comes upon us like the glorious… Of the wide spheres—an everlasting… And now it tells me, that in world…
When I have fears that I may ceas… Before my pen has glean’d my teemi… Before high piled books, in charac… Hold like rich garners the full-ri… When I behold, upon the night’s s…
Shed no tear! oh, shed no tear! The flower will bloom another year… Weep no more! oh, weep no more! Young buds sleep in the root’s whi… Dry your eyes! oh, dry your eyes!
A FRAGMENT OF A TRAGEDY ACT I. SCENE I. Field of Battle. Alarum. Enter King STEPHEN, K… Stephen. If shame can on a soldie…
This pleasant tale is like a littl… The honied lines do freshly interl… To keep the reader in so sweet a p… So that he here and there full hea… And oftentimes he feels the dewy d…
“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…
Young Calidore is paddling o’er t… His healthful spirit eager and awa… To feel the beauty of a silent eve… Which seem’d full loath this happy… The light dwelt o’er the scene so…
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…
Glory and loveliness have pass’d a… For if we wander out in early morn… No wreathed incense do we see upbo… Into the east, to meet the smiling… No crowd of nymphs soft voic’d and…