#EnglishWriters
There are who lord it o’er their f… With most prevailing tinsel: who u… Their baaing vanities, to browse a… The comfortable green and juicy ha… From human pastures; or, O tortur…
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 st… 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 Gypsy,-will not speak to…
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…
As I lay in my bed slepe full unm… Was unto me, but why that I ne mi… Rest I ne wist, for there n’as er… [As I suppose] had more of hertis… Than I, for I n’ad sicknesse nor…
Four Seasons fill the measure of… There are four seasons in the mind… He has his lusty Spring, when fan… Takes in all beauty with an easy s… He has his Summer, when luxurious…
I cry your mercy—pity—love!—aye, l… Merciful love that tantalizes not, One-thoughted, never-wandering, gu… Unmasked, and being seen—without a… O! let me have thee whole,—all—all…
Woman! when I behold thee flippan… Inconstant, childish, proud, and f… Without that modest softening that… The downcast eye, repentant of the… That its mild light creates to hea…
O! were I one of the Olympian twe… Their godships should pass this in… That when a man doth set himself i… After some beauty veiled far away, Each step he took should make his…
This pleasant tale is like a littl… The honied lines so freshly interl… To keep the reader in so sweet a p… So that he here and there full-hea… And oftentimes he feels the dewy d…
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…
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…
Young Calidore is paddling o’er t… His healthful spirit eager and awa… To feel the beauty of a silent eve… Which seem’d full loath this happy… The light dwelt o’er the scene so…
Who loves to peer up at the mornin… With half-shut eyes and comfortabl… Let him with this sweet tale full… For meadows where the little river… Who loves to linger with that brig…
What though while the wonders of n… I cannot your light, mazy footstep… Nor listen to accents, that almost… Bless Cynthia’s face, the enthusi… Yet over the steep, whence the mou…