#English #Romanticism #XIXCentury
The church bells toll a melancholy… Calling the people to some other p… Some other gloominess, more dreadf… More hearkening to the sermon’s ho… Surely the mind of man is closely…
Hush, hush! tread softly! hush, hu… All the house is asleep, but we kn… That the jealous, the jealous old… Tho’ you’ve padded his night-cap—… Tho’ your feet are more light than…
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…
Deep in the shady sadness of a val… Far sunken from the healthy breath… Far from the fiery noon, and eve’s… Sat gray-hair’d Saturn, quiet as… Still as the silence round about h…
There was one Mrs. Cameron of 50 years of age and the fattest woman in all Inverness-shire who got up this Mountain some few years ago—true she had her servants—but then she had her sel...
Spirit here that reignest! Spirit here that painest! Spirit here that burneth! Spirit here that mourneth! Spirit! I bow
This pleasant tale is like a littl… The honied lines so freshly interl… To keep the reader in so sweet a p… So that he here and there full-hea… And oftentimes he feels the dewy d…
All gentle folks who owe a grudge To any living thing Open your ears and stay your t[r]u… Whilst I in dudgeon sing. The Gadfly he hath stung me sore—
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…
BOOK I 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
Shed no tear! O shed no tear! The flower will bloom another year… Weep no more! O weep no more! Young buds sleep in the root’s whi… Dry your eyes! O dry your eyes!
Haydon! Forgive me, that I cannot… Definitively on these mighty thing… Forgive me that I have not Eagle’… That what I want I know not where… And think that I would not be ove…
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…
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…
Fresh morning gusts have blown awa… From my glad bosom,—now from gloom… I mount for ever—not an atom less Than the proud laurel shall conten… No! by the eternal stars! or why s…