When I have fears that I may ceas… Before my pen has gleaned my teemi… Before high-pilèd books, in charac… Hold like rich garners the full ri… When I behold, upon the night’s s…
To one who has been long in city p… 'Tis very sweet to look into the f… And open face of heaven,—to breath… Full in the smile of the blue firm… Who is more happy, when, with hear…
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…
Season of mists and mellow fruitfu… Close bosom-friend of the maturing… Conspiring with him how to load an… With fruit the vines that round th… To bend with apples the moss’d cot…
Had I a man’s fair form, then mig… Be echoed swiftly through that ivo… Thine ear, and find thy gentle hea… Would passion arm me for the enter… But ah! I am no knight whose foem…
Four Seasons fill the measure of… There are four seasons in the mind… He has his lusty Spring, when fan… Takes in all beauty with an easy s… He has his Summer, when luxurious…
ST. AGNES’ EVE—Ah, bitter chi… The owl, for all his feathers, was… The hare limp’d trembling through… And silent was the flock in woolly… Numb were the Beadsman’s fingers,…
No! those days are gone away And their hours are old and gray, And their minutes buried all Under the down-trodden pall Of the leaves of many years:
The Poetry of earth is never dead… When all the birds are faint with… And hide in cooling trees, a voice… From hedge to hedge about the new—… That is the Grasshopper’s—he take…
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…
My spirit is too weak—mortality Weighs heavily on me like unwillin… And each imagined pinnacle and ste… Of godlike hardship tells me I mu… Like a sick eagle looking at the s…
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…
O Goddess! hear these tuneless nu… By sweet enforcement and remembran… And pardon that thy secrets should… Even into thine own soft-conched e… Surely I dreamt to-day, or did I…
No, no! go not to Lethe, neither… Wolf’s-bane, tight-rooted, for its… Nor suffer thy pale forehead to be… By nightshade, ruby grape of Pros… Make not your rosary of yew-berrie…
One morn before me were three figu… With bowèd necks, and joinèd hands… And one behind the other stepp’d s… In placid sandals, and in white ro… They pass’d, like figures on a mar…
Thou still unravish’d bride of qui… Thou foster-child of silence and s… Sylvan historian, who canst thus e… A flowery tale more sweetly than o… What leaf-fring’d legend haunts ab…
And what is love? It is a doll dr… For idleness to cosset, nurse, and… A thing of soft misnomers, so divi… That silly youth doth think to mak… Divine by loving, and so goes on
Old Meg she was a Gipsy, And liv’d upon the Moors: Her bed it was the brown heath tur… And her house was out of doors. Her apples were swart blackberries…
Souls of Poets dead and gone, What Elysium have ye known, Happy field or mossy cavern, Choicer than the Mermaid Tavern? Have ye tippled drink more fine
After great pain a formal feeling… The nerves sit ceremonious like to… The stiff Heart questions—was it… And yesterday—or centuries before? The feet, mechanical, go round
CXXXVI I STEPPED from plank to plank So slow and cautiously; The stars about my head I felt, About my feet the sea.
569 I reckon—when I count at all— First—Poets—Then the Sun— Then Summer—Then the Heaven of G… And then—the List is done—
Out of sight? What of that? See the Bird —reach it! Curve by Curve —Sweep by Sweep — Round the Steep Air — Danger! What is that to Her?
My Life had stood—a Loaded Gun— In Corners—till a Day The Owner passed—identified— And carried Me away— And now We roam in Sovereign Woo…
XXV Wild nights—Wild nights! Were I with thee Wild nights should be Our luxury!
LXXXIX A WORD is dead When it is said, Some say. I say it just
XXXVI I NEVER hear the word “escape” Without a quicker blood, A sudden expectation, A flying attitude.
Part One: Life XXXV I CAN wade grief, Whole pools of it,— I ’m used to that.
XXXIV WHO never lost, are unprepared A coronet to find; Who never thirsted, flagons And cooling tamarind.
XXXIII DARE you see a soul at the white… Then crouch within the door. Red is the fire’s common tint; But when the vivid ore