Cat! who hast pass’d thy grand cli… 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 do…

ENDYMION. A Poetic Romance. “THE STRETCHED METRE… INSCRIBED TO THE MEM… Book I

The Poetry of earth is never dead… When all the birds are faint with… And hide in cooling trees, a voice… From hedge to hedge about the new—… That is the Grasshopper’s—he take…

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…

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

Hast thou from the caves of Golco… Pure as the ice-drop that froze on… Bright as the humming-bird’s green… When it flutters in sun-beams that… Hast thou a goblet for dark sparkl…

Not Aladdin magian Ever such a work began; Not the wizard of the Dee Ever such a dream could see; Not St. John, in Patmos’ Isle,

In after-time, a sage of mickle lo… Yclep’d Typographus, the Giant to… And did refit his limbs as heretof… And made him read in many a learne… And into many a lively legend look…