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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…
Glory and loveliness have pass’d a… For if we wander out in early morn… No wreathed incense do we see upbo… Into the east, to meet the smiling… No crowd of nymphs soft voic’d and…
Asleep! O sleep a little while, w… And let me kneel, and let me pray… And let me call Heaven’s blessing… And let me breathe into the happy… That doth enfold and touch thee al…
A thing of beauty is a joy for eve… Its loveliness increases; it will… Pass into nothingness; but still w… A bower quiet for us, and a sleep Full of sweet dreams, and health,…
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…
“Dark eyes are dearer far Than those that mock the hyacinthi… Blue! ‘Tis the life of heaven,—th… Of Cynthia,—the wide palace of th… The tent of Hesperus, and all his…
Keen, fitful gusts are whisp’ring… Among the bushes half leafless, an… The stars look very cold about the… And I have many miles on foot to… Yet feel I little of the cool ble…
Hearken, thou craggy ocean-pyramid… Give answer by thy voice—the sea-f… When were thy shoulders mantled in… When from the sun was thy broad fo… How long is’t since the mighty Po…
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…
Over the hill and over the dale, And over the bourn to Dawlish— Where gingerbread wives have a sca… And gingerbread nuts are smallish. ——————-
Give me a golden pen, and let me l… On heaped-up flowers, in regions c… Bring me a tablet whiter than a st… Or hand of hymning angel, when ‘ti… The silver strings of heavenly har…
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 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…
Where’s the Poet? show him! show… Muses nine! that I may know him. ‘Tis the man who with a man Is an equal, be he King, Or poorest of the beggar-clan
The poetry of earth is never dead: When all the birds are faint with… And hide in cooling trees, a voice… From hedge to hedge about the new-… That is the Grasshopper’s—he take…