IN a drear-nighted December,    Too happy, happy tree, Thy branches ne’er remember    Their green felicity: The north cannot undo them,

This mortal body of a thousand day… Now fills, O Burns, a space in th… Where thou didst dream alone on bu… Happy and thoughtless of thy day o… My pulse is warm with thine old ba…

“Dark eyes are dearer far Than those that mock the hyacinthi… Blue! ‘Tis the life of heaven,—th… Of Cynthia,—the wide palace of th… The tent of Hesperus, and all his…

Haydon! forgive me that I cannot… Definitively of these mighty thing… Forgive me, that I have not eagle… That what I want I know not where… And think that I would not be ove…

Son of the old Moon-mountains Afr… Chief of the Pyramid and Crocodil… We call thee fruitful, and that ve… A desert fills our seeing’s inward… Nurse of swart nations since the w…

Give me your patience, sister, whi… Exact in capitals your golden name… Or sue the fair Apollo and he wil… Rouse from his heavy slumber and i… Great love in me for thee and Poe…

Deep in the shady sadness of a val… Far sunken from the healthy breath… Far from the fiery noon, and eve’s… Sat gray-hair’d Saturn, quiet as… Still as the silence round about h…

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…

Brother belov’d if health shall sm… Upon this wasted form and fever’d… If e’er returning vigour bid these… And languid limbs their gladsome s… Well may thy brow the placid glow…

Time’s sea hath been five years at… Long hours have to and fro let cre… Since I was tangled in thy beauty… And snared by the ungloving of thi… And yet I never look on midnight…