#EnglishWriters
Muse of my native land! loftiest… O first-born on the mountains! by… Of heaven on the spiritual air beg… Long didst thou sit alone in north… While yet our England was a wolfi…
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,—
To one who has been long in city p… 'Tis very sweet to look into the f… And open face of heaven,—to breath… Full in the smile of the blue firm… Who is more happy, when, with hear…
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
Shed no tear! O shed no tear! The flower will bloom another year… Weep no more! O weep no more! Young buds sleep in the root’s whi… Dry your eyes! O dry your eyes!
Upon a Sabbath-day it fell; Twice holy was the Sabbath-bell That call’d the folk to evening pr… The city streets were clean and fa… From wholesome drench of April ra…
O PEACE! and dost thou with thy… The dwellings of this war-surround… Soothing with placid brow our late… Making the triple kingdom brightly… Joyful I hail thy presence; and I…
Blue! ‘Tis the life of heaven,—th… Of Cynthia,—the wide palace of th… The tent of Hesperus, and all his… The bosomer of clouds, gold, gray,… Blue! ’Tis the life of waters:—Oc…
“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…
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…
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…
Oft have you seen a swan superbly… And with proud breast his own whit… He slants his neck beneath the wat… So silently, it seems a beam of li… Come from the galaxy: anon he spor…
'Tis the witching hour of night, Orbed is the moon and bright, And the stars they glisten, gliste… Seeming with bright eyes to listen… For what listen they?
O come Georgiana! the rose is ful… The riches of Flora are lavishly… The air is all softness, and cryst… The West is resplendently clothed… O come! let us haste to the freshe…
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…