A thing of beauty is a joy for eve… Its loviliness increases; it will… Pass into nothingness; but still w… A bower quiet for us, and a sleep Full of sweet dreams, and health,…

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…

MINUTES are flying swiftly, and… Nothing unearthly has enticed my b… Into a delphic Labyrinth I would… Catch an unmortal thought to pay t… I owe to the kind Poet who has se…

Blue! ‘Tis the life of heaven,—th… Of Cynthia,—the wide palace of th… The tent of Hesperus, and all his… The bosomer of clouds, gold, gray,… Blue! ’Tis the life of waters:—Oc…

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…

'Tis the witching hour of night, Orbed is the moon and bright, And the stars they glisten, gliste… Seeming with bright eyes to listen… For what listen they?

In thy western halls of gold When thou sittest in thy state, Bards, that erst sublimely told Heroic deeds, and sang of fate, With fervour seize their adamantin…

FAME, like a wayward girl, will… To those who woo her with too slav… But makes surrender to some though… And dotes the more upon a heart at… She is a Gipsey,—will not speak t…

ST. AGNES’ EVE—Ah, bitter chi… The owl, for all his feathers, was… The hare limp’d trembling through… And silent was the flock in woolly… Numb were the Beadsman’s fingers,…