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Fill for me a brimming bowl And in it let me drown my soul: But put therein some drug, designe… To Banish Women from my mind: For I want not the stream inspiri…
There was a naughty boy, A naughty boy was he, He would not stop at home, He could not quiet be– He took
Fire, Air, Earth, and Water, Salamander, Zephyr, Dusketha, and… Salamander. Happy, happy glowing fire! Zephyr.
O thou whose face hath felt the W… Whose eye has seen the snow-clouds… And the black elm tops 'mong the f… To thee the spring will be a harve… O thou, whose only book has been t…
Thus in altemate uproar and sad pe… Amazed were those Titans utterly. O leave them, Muse! O leave them… For thou art weak to sing such tum… A solitary sorrow best befits
Can death be sleep, when life is b… And scenes of bliss pass as a phan… The transient pleasures as a visio… And yet we think the greatest pain… How strange it is that man on eart…
The Poetry of earth is never dead… When all the birds are faint with… And hide in cooling trees, a voice… From hedge to hedge about the new—… That is the Grasshopper’s—he take…
Think not of it, sweet one, so;— Give it not a tear; Sigh thou mayst, and bid it go Any, any where. Do not look so sad, sweet one,—
Pensive they sit, and roll their l… Nibble their toast, and cool their… Or else forget the purpose of the… Forget their tea—forget their appe… See with cross’d arms they sit—ah!…
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…
FAME, like a wayward girl, will… To those who woo her with too slav… But makes surrender to some though… And dotes the more upon a heart at… She is a Gipsey,—will not speak t…
Bards of Passion and of Mirth, Ye have left your souls on earth! Have ye souls in heaven too, Doubled-lived in regions new? Yes, and those of heaven commune
Hast thou from the caves of Golco… Pure as the ice-drop that froze on… Bright as the humming-bird’s green… When it flutters in sun-beams that… Hast thou a goblet for dark sparkl…
Over the hill and over the dale, And over the bourn to Dawlish— Where gingerbread wives have a sca… And gingerbread nuts are smallish. ——————-
Why did I laugh tonight? No voice… No God, no demon of severe respon… Deigns to reply from heaven or fro… Then to my human heart I turn at… Heart, thou and I are here, sad a…