#English #Romanticism #XIXCentury
It keeps eternal whisperings aroun… Desolate shores, and with its migh… Gluts twice ten thousand Caverns,… Of Hecate leaves them their old s… Often 'tis in such gentle temper f…
Bards of Passion and of Mirth, Ye have left your souls on earth! Have ye souls in heaven too, Double lived in regions new? Yes, and those of heaven commune
“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…
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
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…
This living hand, now warm and cap… Of earnest grasping, would, if it… And in the icy silence of the tomb… So haunt thy days and chill thy dr… That thou would wish thine own hea…
Mother of Hermes! and still youth… May I sing to thee As thou wast hymned on the shores… Or may I woo thee In earlier Sicilian? or thy smile…
When I have fears that I may ceas… Before my pen has glean’d my teemi… Before high piled books, in charac… Hold like rich garners the full-ri… When I behold, upon the night’s s…
Come hither all sweet Maidens sob… Down looking aye, and with a chast… Hid in the fringes of your eyelids… And meekly let your fair hands joi… As if so gentle that ye could not…
GOD of the golden bow, And of the golden lyre, And of the golden hair, And of the golden fire, Charioteer
It keeps eternal whisperings aroun… Desolate shores, and with its migh… Gluts twice ten thousand caverns,… Of Hecate leaves them their old s… Often 'tis in such gentle temper f…
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…
From 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
O SORROW! Why dost borrow The natural hue of health, from… To give maiden blushes To the white rose bushes?
O GOLDEN tongued Romance, with… 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…