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All gentle folks who owe a grudge To any living thing Open your ears and stay your t[r]u… Whilst I in dudgeon sing. The Gadfly he hath stung me sore—
As late I rambled in the happy fi… What time the skylark shakes the t… From his lush clover covert;—when… Adventurous knights take up their… I saw the sweetest flower wild nat…
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
Love in a hut, with water and a cr… Is—Love, forgive us!—cinders, ash… Love in a palace is perhaps at las… More grievous torment than a hermi… That is a doubtful tale from faery…
Cat! who has pass’d thy grand clim… 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 d…
Happy is England! I could be cont… To see no other verdure than its o… To feel no other breezes than are… Through its tall woods with high r… Yet do I sometimes feel a languis…
Bright star, would I were stedfas… Not in lone splendour hung aloft t… And watching, with eternal lids ap… Like nature’s patient, sleepless… The moving waters at their priestl…
In midmost Ind, beside Hydaspes c… There stood, or hover’d, tremulous… A faery city 'neath the potent rul… Of Emperor Elfinan; fam’d ev’rywh… For love of mortal women, maidens…
Two or three Posies With two or three simples— Two or three Noses With two or three pimples— Two or three wise men
There is a charm in footing slow a… Where patriot battle has been foug… There is a pleasure on the heath w… Where mantles grey have rustled by… There is a joy in every spot made…
WHAT is there in the universal E… More lovely than a Wreath from th… Haply a Halo round the Moon a gle… Circling from three sweet pair of… And haply you will say the dewy bi…
FAIR ISABEL, poor simple Isab… Lorenzo, a young palmer in Love’s… They could not in the self-same ma… Without some stir of heart, some m… They could not sit at meals but fe…
THINK not of it, sweet one, so;—… Give it not a tear; Sigh thou mayst, and bid it go Any—-anywhere. Do not lool so sad, sweet one,—-
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…
Much have I travell’d in the real… And many goodly states and kingdom… Round many western islands have I… Which bards in fealty to Apollo h… Oft of one wide expanse had I bee…