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-…

FAIR ISABEL, poor simple Isab… Lorenzo, a young palmer in Love’s… They could not in the self-same ma… Without some stir of heart, some m… They could not sit at meals but fe…

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…

No, no! go not to Lethe, neither… Wolf’s-bane, tight-rooted, for its… Nor suffer thy pale forehead to be… By nightshade, ruby grape of Pros… Make not your rosary of yew-berrie…

Spirit here that reignest! Spirit here that painest! Spirit here that burneth! Spirit here that mourneth! Spirit! I bow

Two or three Posies With two or three simples— Two or three Noses With two or three pimples— Two or three wise men

Muse of my native land! loftiest… O first-born on the mountains! by… Of heaven on the spiritual air beg… Long didst thou sit alone in north… While yet our England was a wolfi…

Fill for me a brimming bowl And in it let me drown my soul: But put therein some drug, designe… To Banish Women from my mind: For I want not the stream inspiri…

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 single thread of my own han… Sweet little red feet, why should…

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…