#English #Romanticism #XIXCentury
O GOLDEN tongued Romance, with… 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…
Just at the self-same beat of Tim… Hyperion slid into the rustled air… And Saturn gain’d with Thea that… Where Cybele and the bruised Tita… It was a den where no insulting li…
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…
Mother of Hermes! and still youth… May I sing to thee As thou wast hymned on the shores… Or may I woo thee In earlier Sicilian? or thy smile…
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…
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…
GOD of the golden bow, And of the golden lyre, And of the golden hair, And of the golden fire, Charioteer
Hence Burgundy, Claret, and Port… Away with old Hock and madeira, Too earthly ye are for my sport; There’s a beverage brighter and cl… Instead of a piriful rummer,
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…
Oh! how I love, on a fair summer’… When streams of light pour down th… And on the balmy zephyrs tranquil… The silver clouds, far—far away to… All meaner thoughts, and take a sw…
Son of the old Moon-mountains Afr… Chief of the Pyramid and Crocodil… We call thee fruitful, and that ve… A desert fills our seeing’s inward… Nurse of swart nations since the w…
If by dull rhymes our English mus… And, like Andromeda, the Sonnet s… Fetter’d, in spite of pained lovel… Let us find out, if we must be con… Sandals more interwoven and comple…
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,
I had a dove, and the sweet dove d… And I have thought it died of gri… O what could it grieve for? Its f… With a silken thread of my own han… Sweet little red feet! Why would…