#English #Romanticism #XIXCentury
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…
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…
WHERE be ye going, you Devon ma… And what have ye there i’ the bask… Ye tight little fairy, just fresh… Will ye give me some cream if I a… I love your meads, and I love you…
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…
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…
‘Under the flag Of each his faction, they to battl… Their embryo atoms.’ ~ Milton. Welcome joy, and welcome sorrow, Lethe’s weed and Hermes’ feather;
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
Spenser! a jealous honourer of thi… A forester deep in thy midmost tre… Did last eve ask my promise to ref… Some English that might strive th… But Elfin Poet 'tis impossible
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…
My heart aches, and a drowsy numbn… My sense, as though of hemlock I… Or emptied some dull opiate to the… One minute past, and Lethe-wards… ’Tis not through envy of thy happy…
Had I a man’s fair form, then mig… Be echoed swiftly through that ivo… Thine ear, and find thy gentle hea… Would passion arm me for the enter… But ah! I am no knight whose foem…
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 priest-…
Shed no tear! oh, shed no tear! The flower will bloom another year… Weep no more! oh, weep no more! Young buds sleep in the root’s whi… Dry your eyes! oh, dry your eyes!
He is to weet a melancholy carle: Thin in the waist, with bushy head… As hath the seeded thistle when in… It holds the Zephyr, ere it sende… Its light balloons into the summer…
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…