#English #Romanticism #XIXCentury
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…
O BLUSH not so! O blush not so! Or I shall think you knowing; And if you smile the blushing whil… Then maidenheads are going. There’s a blush for want, and a bl…
Can death be sleep, when life is b… And scenes of bliss pass as a phan… The transient pleasures as a visio… And yet we think the greatest pain… How strange it is that man on eart…
You say you love ; but with a voic… Chaster than a nun’s, who singeth The soft Vespers to herself While the chime—bell ringeth— O love me truly!
WHAT is there in the universal E… More lovely than a Wreath from th… Haply a Halo round the Moon a gle… Circling from three sweet pair of… And haply you will say the dewy bi…
I stood tip-toe upon a little hill… The air was cooling, and so very s… That the sweet buds which with a m… Pull droopingly, in slanting curve… Their scantly leaved, and finely t…
‘Under the flag Of each his faction, they to battl… Their embryo atoms.’ ~ Milton. Welcome joy, and welcome sorrow, Lethe’s weed and Hermes’ feather;
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-…
O Blush not so! O blush not so! Or I shall think you knowing; And if you smile the blushing whil… Then maidenheads are going. There’s a blush for want, and a bl…
High-mindedness, a jealousy for go… A loving-kindness for the great ma… Dwells here and there with people… In noisome alley, and in pathless… And where we think the truth least…
When I have fears that I may ceas… Before my pen has glean’d my teemi… Before high piled books, in charac… Hold like rich garners the full-ri… When I behold, upon the night’s s…
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 Gothic looks solemn, The plain Doric column Supports an old Bishop and Crosie… The mouldering arch, Shaded o’er by a larch
After dark vapors have oppress’d o… For a long dreary season, comes a… Born of the gentle South, and cle… From the sick heavens all unseemly… The anxious month, relieved of its…
When I have fears that I may ceas… Before my pen has glean’d my teemi… Before high-piled books, in charac… Hold like rich garners the full ri… When I behold, upon the night’s s…