#English #Romanticism #XIXCentury
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…
The sun, with his great eye, Sees not so much as I; And the moon, all silver-proud, Might as well be in a cloud. And O the spring– the spring
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…
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…
Sweet are the pleasures that to ve… And doubly sweet a brotherhood in… Nor can remembrance, Mathew! brin… A fate more pleasing, a delight mo… Than that in which the brother Po…
Where be ye going, you Devon maid… And what have ye there i’ the bask… Ye tight little fairy, just fresh… Will ye give me some cream if I a… I love your meads, and I love you…
As Hermes once took to his feathe… When lulled Argus, baffled, swoon… So on a Delphic reed, my idle spr… So play’d, so charm’d, so conquer’… The dragon—world of all its hundre…
Hadst thou liv’d in days of old, O what wonders had been told Of thy lively countenance, And thy humid eyes that dance In the midst of their own brightne…
Cat! who hast pass’d thy grand cli… 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 do…
He is to weet a melancholy carle: Thin in the waist, with bushy head… As hath the seeded thistle when in… It holds the Zephyr, ere it sende… Its light balloons into the summer…
GIVE me women, wine, and snuff Untill I cry out “hold, enough!” You may do so sans objection Till the day of resurrection: For, bless my beard, they aye shal…
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…
“O Arethusa, peerless nymph! why… Such tenderness as mine? Great Di… Why didst thou hear her prayer? O… Were rippling round her dainty fai… Circling about her waist, and stri…
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…
O golden—tongued Romance with ser… Fair plumed Syren! Queen of far a… Leave melodizing on this wintry da… Shut up thine olden pages, and be… Adieu! for once again the fierce d…