(1802)
#English #Romanticism #XIXCentury #XVIIICentury
LONG time have human ignorance a… Detained us, on what spectacles of… Compelled to look, and inwardly op… With sorrow, disappointment, vexin… Confusion of the judgment, zeal de…
Once did She hold the gorgeous ea… And was the safeguard of the west:… Of Venice did not fall below her… Venice, the eldest Child of Liber… She was a maiden City, bright and…
It is the first mild day of March… Each minute sweeter than before, The redbreast sings from the tall… That stands beside our door. There is a blessing in the air,
CHILD of loud—throated War! the… Roars in thy hearing; but thy hour… Is come, and thou art silent in th… Save when the wind sweeps by and s… Ambiguous, neither wholly thine no…
A trouble, not of clouds, or weepi… Nor of the setting sun’s pathetic… Engendered, hangs o’er Eildon’s t… Spirits of Power, assembled there… For kindred Power departing from…
BUT Cytherea, studious to invent Arts yet untried, upon new counsel… Resolves that Cupid, changed in f… To young Ascanius, should assume… Present the maddening gifts, and k…
METHOUGHT I saw the footsteps… Which mists and vapours from mine… Nor view of who might sit thereon… But all the steps and ground about… With sights the ruefullest that fl…
A BARKING sound the Shepherd h… A cry as of a dog or fox; He halts—and searches with his eye… Among the scattered rocks: And now at distance can discern
A ROMAN Master stands on Greci… And to the people at the Isthmian… Assembled, He, by a herald’s voic… THE LIBERTY OF GREECE:—th… Until all voices in one voice are…
Nuns fret not at their convent’s n… And hermits are contented with the… And students with their pensive ci… Maids at the wheel, the weaver at… Sit blithe and happy; bees that so…
OH there is blessing in this gent… A visitant that while it fans my c… Doth seem half—conscious of the jo… From the green fields, and from yo… Whate’er its mission, the soft bre…
WHILE flowing rivers yield a bla… Shall live the name of Walton: Sa… Whose pen, the mysteries of the ro… Unfolding, did not fruitlessly exh… To reverend watching of each still…
ONCE to the verge of yon steep b… A roving school—boy; what the adve… Hath now escaped his memory—but th… One of a golden summer holiday, He well remembers, though the year…
—Was it for this That one, the fairest of all Rive… To blend his murmurs with my Nurs… And from his alder shades and rock… And from his fords and shallows, s…
THE embowering rose, the acacia,… Will not unwillingly their place r… If but the Cedar thrive that near… Planted by Beaumont’s and by 's h… One wooed the silent Art with stu…