#English #Romanticism #XIXCentury
The town, the churchyard, and the… The clouds, the trees, the rounded… Though beautiful, cold—strange—as… I dreamed long ago, now new begun. The short-liv’d, paly summer is bu…
Standing aloof in giant ignorance, Of thee I hear and of the Cyclade… As one who sits ashore and longs p… To visit dolphin-coral in deep sea… So thou wast blind;—but then the v…
O soft embalmer of the still midni… Shutting, with careful fingers and… Our gloom-pleas’d eyes, embower’d… Enshaded in forgetfulness divine; O soothest Sleep! if so it please…
Standing aloof in giant ignorance, Of thee I hear and of the Cyclade… As one who sits ashore and longs p… To visit dolphin—coral in deep sea… So thou wast blind;—but then the v…
Upon a Sabbath-day it fell; Twice holy was the Sabbath-bell That call’d the folk to evening pr… The city streets were clean and fa… From wholesome drench of April ra…
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…
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…
O thou whose face hath felt the W… Whose eye has seen the snow-clouds… And the black elm tops 'mong the f… To thee the spring will be a harve… O thou, whose only book has been t…
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…
Bright star, would I were steadfa… Not in lone splendour hung aloft t… And watching, with eternal lids ap… Like Nature’s patient sleepless E… The moving waters at their priestl…
Fame, like a wayward girl, will st… 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 Gypsy,-will not speak to…
Here all the summer could I stay, For there’s Bishop’s teign And King’s teign And Coomb at the clear Teign head… Where close by the stream
Cat! who has pass’d thy grand clim… How many mice and rats hast in thy… Destroy’d? How many tit-bits stol… With those bright languid segments… Those velvet ears – but pr’ythee d…
BRIGHT Star, would I were stea… Not in lone splendour hung aloft t… And watching, with eternal lids ap… Like Nature’s patient sleepless E… The moving waters at their priest-…
IN drear-nighted December, Too happy, happy tree, Thy branches ne’er remember Their green felicity: The north cannot undo them