#English #Romanticism #XIXCentury
'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?
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…
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…
A FRAGMENT OF A TRAGEDY ACT I. SCENE I. Field of Battle. Alarum. Enter King STEPHEN, K… Stephen. If shame can on a soldie…
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…
This living hand, now warm and cap… Of earnest grasping, would, if it… And in the icy silence of the tomb… So haunt thy days and chill thy dr… That thou wouldst wish thine own h…
Upon a time, before the faery broo… Drove Nymph and Satyr from the pr… Before King Oberon’s bright diade… Sceptre, and mantle, clasp’d with… Frighted away the Dryads and the…
Of late two dainties were before m… Sweet, holy, pure, sacred and inno… From the ninth sphere to me benign… That Gods might know my own parti… First the soft Bag-pipe mourn’d w…
Brother belov’d if health shall sm… Upon this wasted form and fever’d… If e’er returning vigour bid these… And languid limbs their gladsome s… Well may thy brow the placid glow…
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…
Small, busy flames play through th… And their faint cracklings o’er ou… Like whispers of the household god… A gentle empire o’er fraternal sou… And while, for rhymes, I search a…
Where’s the Poet? show him! show… Muses nine! that I may know him. ‘Tis the man who with a man Is an equal, be he King, Or poorest of the beggar-clan
WHAT is there in the universal E… More lovely than a Wreath from th… Haply a Halo round the Moon a gle… Circling from three sweet pair of… And haply you will say the dewy bi…
Physician Nature! Let my spirit b… O ease my heart of verse and let m… Throw me upon thy Tripod, till th… Of stifling numbers ebbs from my f… A theme! a theme! great nature! gi…
MOTHER of Hermes! and still you… May I sing to thee As thou wast hymned on the shores… Or may I woo thee In earlier Sicilian? or thy smile…