#English #Romanticism #XIXCentury
It keeps eternal whisperings aroun… Desolate shores, and with its migh… Gluts twice ten thousand Caverns,… Of Hecate leaves them their old s… Often 'tis in such gentle temper f…
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…
I cry your mercy—pity—love!—aye, l… Merciful love that tantalizes not, One-thoughted, never-wandering, gu… Unmasked, and being seen—without a… O! let me have thee whole,—all—all…
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…
A FRAGMENT OF A TRAGEDY ACT I. SCENE I. Field of Battle. Alarum. Enter King STEPHEN, K… Stephen. If shame can on a soldie…
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…
Oh! how I love, on a fair summer’… When streams of light pour down th… And on the balmy zephyrs tranquil… The silver clouds, far—far away to… All meaner thoughts, and take a sw…
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…
Upon a time, before the faery broo… Drove Nymph and Satyr from the pr… Before King Oberon’s bright diade… Sceptre, and mantle, clasp’d with… Frighted away the Dryads and the…
As Hermes once took to his feathe… When lulled Argus, baffled, swoon… So on a Delphic reed, my idle spr… So played, so charmed, so conquere… The dragon-world of all its hundre…
O PEACE! and dost thou with thy… The dwellings of this war-surround… Soothing with placid brow our late… Making the triple kingdom brightly… Joyful I hail thy presence; and I…
Fire, Air, Earth, and Water, Salamander, Zephyr, Dusketha, and… Salamander. Happy, happy glowing fire! Zephyr.
Byron! how sweetly sad thy melody! Attuning still the soul to tendern… As if soft Pity, with unusual str… Had touch’d her plaintive lute, an… Hadst caught the tones, nor suffer…
Hence Burgundy, Claret, and Port… Away with old Hock and madeira, Too earthly ye are for my sport; There’s a beverage brighter and cl… Instead of a piriful rummer,
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…