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As from the darkening gloom a silv… Upsoars, and darts into the easter… On pinions that nought moves but p… So fled thy soul into the realms a… Regions of peace and everlasting l…
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…
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…
Just at the self-same beat of Tim… Hyperion slid into the rustled air… And Saturn gain’d with Thea that… Where Cybele and the bruised Tita… It was a den where no insulting li…
O that a week could be an age, and… Felt parting and warm meeting ever… Then one poor year a thousand year… The flush of welcome ever on the c… So could we live long life in litt…
Time’s sea hath been five years at… Long hours have to and fro let cre… Since I was tangled in thy beauty… And snared by the ungloving of thi… And yet I never look on midnight…
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…
O what can ail thee, knight-at-arm… Alone and palely loitering? The sedge has withered from the la… And no birds sing. O what can ail thee, knight-at-arm…
This living hand, now warm and cap… Of earnest grasping, would, if it… And in the icy silence of the tomb… So haunt thy days and chill thy dr… That thou would wish thine own hea…
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...
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…
Deep in the shady sadness of a val… Far sunken from the healthy breath… Far from the fiery noon, and eve’s… Sat gray-hair’d Saturn, quiet as… Still as the silence round about h…
As late I rambled in the happy fi… What time the skylark shakes the t… From his lush clover covert;—when… Adventurous knights take up their… I saw the sweetest flower wild nat…
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…
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…