(1802)
#English #Romanticism #XIXCentury #XVIIICentury
Calm is all nature as a resting wh… The kine are couched upon the dewy… The horse alone, seen dimly as I… Is cropping audibly his later meal… Dark is the ground; a slumber seem…
AN Orpheus! an Orpheus! yes, Fai… And take to herself all the wonder… Near the stately Pantheon you’ll… In the street that from Oxford ha… His station is there; and he works…
O Friend! I know not which way I… For comfort, being, as I am, oppr… To think that now our life is only… For show; mean handy—work of craft… Or groom! —We must run glittering…
The cock is crowing, The stream is flowing, The small birds twitter, The lake doth glitter The green field sleeps in the sun;
BEAUMONT! it was thy wish that… A seemly Cottage in this sunny De… On favoured ground, thy gift, wher… In neighbourhood with One to me m… That undivided we from year to yea…
STRANGE fits of passion have I… And I will dare to tell, But in the lover’s ear alone, What once to me befell. When she I loved look’d every day
SWEET Highland Girl, a very sho… Of beauty is thy earthly dower! Twice seven consenting years have… Their utmost bounty on thy head: And these grey rocks; that househo…
Nay, Traveller! rest. This lonely… Far from all human dwelling: what… No sparkling rivulet spread the ve… What if the bee love not these bar… Yet, if the wind breathe soft, the…
CALM is all nature as a resting… The kine are couched upon the dewy… The horse alone, seen dimly as I… Is cropping audibly his later meal… Dark is the ground; a slumber seem…
DARK and more dark the shades of… The wished—for point was reached—b… When little could be gained from t… Of prospect, whereof many thousand… Yet did the glowing west with marv…
LOVING she is, and tractable, t… And Innocence hath privilege in h… To dignify arch looks and laughing… And feats of cunning; and the pret… Of trespasses, affected to provoke
IMAGINATION—ne’er before cont… But aye ascending, restless in her… From all that martial feats could… To her desires, or to her hopes pr… Stooped to the Victory, on that B…
The minstrels played their Christ… To—night beneath my cottage—eaves; While, smitten by a lofty moon, The encircling laurels, thick with… Gave back a rich and dazzling shee…
It was an April morning: fresh an… The Rivulet, delighting in its st… Ran with a young man’s speed; and… Of waters which the winter had sup… Was softened down into a vernal to…
I thought of Thee, my partner and… As being past away.—Vain sympathi… For, backward, Duddon! as I cast… I see what was, and is, and will a… Still glides the Stream, and shal…