(1802)
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Scorn not the Sonnet; Critic, you… Mindless of its just honours; with… Shakspeare unlocked his heart; the… Of this small lute gave ease to P… A thousand times this pipe did Ta…
To barren heath, bleak moor, and q… Or depth of labyrinthine glen; Or into trackless forest set With trees, whose lofty umbrage me… World—wearied Men withdrew of yor…
METHOUGHT I saw the footsteps… Which mists and vapours from mine… Nor view of who might sit thereon… But all the steps and ground about… With sights the ruefullest that fl…
IMAGINATION—ne’er before cont… But aye ascending, restless in her… From all that martial feats could… To her desires, or to her hopes pr… Stooped to the Victory, on that B…
BUT Cytherea, studious to invent Arts yet untried, upon new counsel… Resolves that Cupid, changed in f… To young Ascanius, should assume… Present the maddening gifts, and k…
The young Lady to whom this was a… composed at school, and during my… There is not an image in it which… my seventy—third year, I recollect… of them were noticed. I will confi…
HAIL, Zaragoza! If with unwet e… We can approach, thy sorrow to beh… Yet is the heart not pitiless nor… Such spectacle demands not tear or… These desolate remains are trophie…
I SHIVER, Spirit fierce and bo… At thought of what I now behold: As vapours breathed from dungeons… Strike pleasure dead, So sadness comes from out the moul…
The dew was falling fast, the star… I heard a voice; it said, “Drink,… And, looking o’er the hedge, befor… A snow—white mountain—lamb with a… Nor sheep nor kine were near; the…
FAREWELL, thou little Nook of… Thou rocky corner in the lowest st… Of that magnificent temple which d… One side of our whole vale with gr… Sweet garden—orchard, eminently fa…
STRANGE fits of passion have I… And I will dare to tell, But in the lover’s ear alone, What once to me befell. When she I loved look’d every day
WHY art thou silent? Is thy love… Of such weak fibre that the treach… Of absence withers what was once s… Is there no debt to pay, no boon t… Yet have my thoughts for thee been…
The gallant Youth, who may have g… Or seeks, a “winsome Marrow,” Was but an Infant in the lap When first I looked on Yarrow; Once more, by Newark’s Castle—gat…
Most sweet it is with unuplifted e… To pace the ground, if path be the… While a fair region round the trav… Which he forbears again to look up… Pleased rather with some soft idea…
DEGENERATE Douglas! oh, the u… Whom mere despite of heart could s… And love of havoc, (for with such… Fame taxes him,) that he could sen… To level with the dust a noble hor…