#English #Romanticism #XIXCentury
Can death be sleep, when life is b… And scenes of bliss pass as a phan… The transient pleasures as a visio… And yet we think the greatest pain… How strange it is that man on eart…
As Hermes once took to his feathe… When lulled Argus, baffled, swoon… So on a Delphic reed, my idle spr… So play’d, so charm’d, so conquer’… The dragon—world of all its hundre…
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…
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…
IN a drear-nighted December, Too happy, happy tree, Thy branches ne’er remember Their green felicity: The north cannot undo them,
Nymph of the downward smile and si… In what diviner moments of the day Art thou most lovely?—when gone fa… Into the labyrinths of sweet utter… Or when serenely wandering in a tr…
BRIGHT Star, would I were stea… Not in lone splendour hung aloft t… And watching, with eternal lids ap… Like Nature’s patient sleepless E… The moving waters at their priest-…
O Chatterton! how very sad thy fa… Dear child of sorrow—son of misery… How soon the film of death obscur’… Whence Genius mildly falsh’d, and… How soon that voice, majestic and…
O golden-tongued Romance with ser… Fair plumed Syren! Queen of far a… Leave melodizing on this wintry da… Shut up thine olden pages, and be… Adieu! for once again the fierce d…
Byron! how sweetly sad thy melody! Attuning still the soul to tendern… As if soft Pity, with unusual str… Had touch’d her plaintive lute, an… Hadst caught the tones, nor suffer…
Standing aloof in giant ignorance, Of thee I hear and of the Cyclade… As one who sits ashore and longs p… To visit dolphin-coral in deep sea… So thou wast blind;—but then the v…
The church bells toll a melancholy… Calling the people to some other p… Some other gloominess, more dreadf… More hearkening to the sermon’s ho… Surely the mind of man is closely…
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…
‘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;
Read me a lesson, Muse, and speak… Upon the top of Nevis, blind in m… I look into the chasms, and a shro… Vapourous doth hide them,—just so… Mankind do know of hell; I look o…