#English #Romanticism #XIXCentury
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…
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…
To-night I’ll have my friar—let m… About my room,—I’ll have it in th… It should be rich and sombre, and… Just in its mid-life in the midst… Should look thro’ four large windo…
Keen, fitful gusts are whisp’ring… Among the bushes half leafless, an… The stars look very cold about the… And I have many miles on foot to… Yet feel I little of the cool ble…
Fresh morning gusts have blown awa… From my glad bosom,—now from gloom… I mount for ever—not an atom less Than the proud laurel shall conten… No! by the eternal stars! or why s…
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…
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…
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…
A thing of beauty is a joy for eve… Its loviliness increases; it will… Pass into nothingness; but still w… A bower quiet for us, and a sleep Full of sweet dreams, and health,…
'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?
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…
“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, accomplished shape, a… Faded the flower and all its budde…
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
O soft embalmer of the still midni… Shutting, with careful fingers and… Our gloom-pleas'd eyes, embower'd… Enshaded in forgetfulness divine: O soothest Sleep! if so it please…