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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…
This mortal body of a thousand day… Now fills, O Burns, a space in th… Where thou didst dream alone on bu… Happy and thoughtless of thy day o… My pulse is warm with thine old ba…
What can I do to drive away Remembrance from my eyes? for they… Aye, an hour ago, my brilliant Qu… Touch has a memory. O say, love,… What can I do to kill it and be f…
The day is gone, and all its sweet… Sweet voice, sweet lips, soft hand… Warm breath, light whisper, tender… Bright eyes, accomplished shape, a… Faded the flower and all its budde…
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…
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…
IN drear-nighted December, Too happy, happy tree, Thy branches ne’er remember Their green felicity: The north cannot undo them
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…
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…
Physician Nature! Let my spirit b… O ease my heart of verse and let m… Throw me upon thy Tripod, till th… Of stifling numbers ebbs from my f… A theme! a theme! great nature! gi…
IN a drear-nighted December, Too happy, happy tree, Thy branches ne’er remember Their green felicity: The north cannot undo them,
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…
Thus in altemate uproar and sad pe… Amazed were those Titans utterly. O leave them, Muse! O leave them… For thou art weak to sing such tum… A solitary sorrow best befits
The day is gone, and all its sweet… Sweet voice, sweet lips, soft hand… Warm breath, light whisper, tender… Bright eyes, accomplish’d shape, a… Faded the flower and all its budde…
Give me your patience, sister, whi… Exact in capitals your golden name… Or sue the fair Apollo and he wil… Rouse from his heavy slumber and i… Great love in me for thee and Poe…