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SCENE I. An Ante-chamber in the Castle. Enter LUDOLPH and SIGIFRED… Ludolph. No more advices, no more… I leave it all to fate to any thin…
O SORROW! Why dost borrow The natural hue of health, from… To give maiden blushes To the white rose bushes?
Nature withheld Cassandra in the… For more adornment a full thousand… She took their cream of Beauty’s… And shap’d and tinted her above al… Meanwhile Love kept her dearly wi…
Mother of Hermes! and still youth… May I sing to thee As thou wast hymned on the shores… Or may I woo thee In earlier Sicilian? or thy smile…
In after-time, a sage of mickle lo… Yclep’d Typographus, the Giant to… And did refit his limbs as heretof… And made him read in many a learne… And into many a lively legend look…
What though while the wonders of n… I cannot your light, mazy footstep… Nor listen to accents, that almost… Bless Cynthia’s face, the enthusi… Yet over the steep, whence the mou…
When they were come into Faery’s… They rang—no one at home—all gone… And dance and kiss and love as fae… For Faries be as human lovers tru… Amid the woods they were so lone a…
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,…
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 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…
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…
As late I rambled in the happy fi… What time the sky-lark shakes the… From his lush clover covert;—when… Adventurous knights take up their… I saw the sweetest flower wild nat…
If by dull rhymes our English mus… And, like Andromeda, the Sonnet s… Fetter’d, in spite of pained lovel… Let us find out, if we must be con… Sandals more interwoven and comple…
O Chatterton! how very sad thy fa… Dear child of sorrow—son of misery… How soon the film of death obscur’… Whence Genius mildly falsh’d, and… How soon that voice, majestic and…