I stood tip-toe upon a little hill… The air was cooling, and so very s… That the sweet buds which with a m… Pull droopingly, in slanting curve… Their scantly leaved, and finely t…
Lo! I must tell a tale of chivalr… For large white plumes are dancing… Not like the formal crest of latte… But bending in a thousand graceful… So graceful, that it seems no mort…
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…
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…
Hast thou from the caves of Golco… Pure as the ice-drop that froze on… Bright as the humming-bird’s green… When it flutters in sun-beams that… Hast thou a goblet for dark sparkl…
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…
When by my solitary hearth I sit, And hateful thoughts enwrap my sou… When no fair dreams before my “min… And the bare heath of life present… Sweet Hope, ethereal balm upon me…
Now Morning from her orient chamb… And her first footsteps touch’d a… Crowning its lawny crest with ambe… Silv’ring the untainted gushes of… Which, pure from mossy beds, did d…
Sweet are the pleasures that to ve… And doubly sweet a brotherhood in… Nor can remembrance, Mathew! brin… A fate more pleasing, a delight mo… Than that in which the brother Po…
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…
Oft have you seen a swan superbly… And with proud breast his own whit… He slants his neck beneath the wat… So silently, it seems a beam of li… Come from the galaxy: anon he spor…
Many the wonders I this day have… The sun, when first he kissed away… That filled the eyes of Morn;—the… Who from the feathery gold of even… The ocean with its vastness, its b…
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…
What though, for showing truth to… Kind Hunt was shut in prison, yet… In his immortal spirit, been as fr… As the sky-searching lark, and as… Minion of grandeur! think you he d…
How many bards gild the lapses of… A few of them have ever been the f… Of my delighted fancy,—I could br… Over their beauties, earthly, or s… And often, when I sit me down to…
As late I rambled in the happy fi… What time the sky-lark shakes the… From his lush clover covert;—when… Adventurous knights take up their… I saw the sweetest flower wild nat…
Nymph of the downward smile and si… In what diviner moments of the day Art thou most lovely?—when gone fa… Into the labyrinths of sweet utter… Or when serenely wandering in a tr…
O Solitude! if I must with thee d… Let it not be among the jumbled he… Of murky buildings; climb with me… Nature’s observatory—whence the de… Its flowery slopes, its river’s cr…
Small, busy flames play through th… And their faint cracklings o’er ou… Like whispers of the household god… A gentle empire o’er fraternal sou… And while, for rhymes, I search a…
Keen, fitful gusts are whisp’ring… Among the bushes half leafless, an… The stars look very cold about the… And I have many miles on foot to… Yet feel I little of the cool ble…
To one who has been long in city p… ’Tis very sweet to look into the f… And open face of heaven,—to breath… Full in the smile of the blue firm… Who is more happy, when, with hear…
Much have I travell’d in the real… And many goodly states and kingdom… Round many western islands have I… Which bards in fealty to Apollo h… Oft of one wide expanse had I bee…
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…
High-mindedness, a jealousy for go… A loving-kindness for the great ma… Dwells here and there with people… In noisome alley, and in pathless… And where we think the truth least…
Great spirits now on earth are soj… He of the cloud, the cataract, the… Who on Helvellyn’s summit, wide a… Catches his freshness from Archan… He of the rose, the violet, the sp…
The Poetry of earth is never dead… When all the birds are faint with… And hide in cooling trees, a voice… From hedge to hedge about the new—… That is the Grasshopper’s—he take…
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…
Happy is England! I could be cont… To see no other verdure than its o… To feel no other breezes than are… Through its tall woods with high r… Yet do I sometimes feel a languis…
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…
