#English #Romanticism #XIXCentury
I cry your mercy—pity—love!—aye, l… Merciful love that tantalizes not, One—thoughted, never—wandering, gu… Unmasked, and being seen—without a… O! let me have thee whole,—all—all…
FAME, like a wayward girl, will… To those who woo her with too slav… But makes surrender to some though… And dotes the more upon a heart at… She is a Gipsey,—will not speak t…
O what can ail thee, knight-at-arm… Alone and palely loitering? The sedge has withered from the la… And no birds sing. O what can ail thee, knight-at-arm…
The town, the churchyard, and the… The clouds, the trees, the rounded… Though beautiful, cold—strange—as… I dreamed long ago, now new begun. The short-liv’d, paly summer is bu…
Ever let the Fancy roam, Pleasure never is at home: At a touch sweet Pleasure melteth… Like to bubbles when rain pelteth; Then let winged Fancy wander
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…
'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?
FAIR ISABEL, poor simple Isab… Lorenzo, a young palmer in Love’s… They could not in the self-same ma… Without some stir of heart, some m… They could not sit at meals but fe…
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…
Love in a hut, with water and a cr… Is—Love, forgive us!—cinders, ash… Love in a palace is perhaps at las… More grievous torment than a hermi… That is a doubtful tale from faery…
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,…
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…
It keeps eternal whisperings aroun… Desolate shores, and with its migh… Gluts twice ten thousand Caverns,… Of Hecate leaves them their old s… Often 'tis in such gentle temper f…
It keeps eternal whisperings aroun… Desolate shores, and with its migh… Gluts twice ten thousand caverns,… Of Hecate leaves them their old s… Often 'tis in such gentle temper f…
Haydon! Forgive me, that I cannot… Definitively on these mighty thing… Forgive me that I have not Eagle’… That what I want I know not where… And think that I would not be ove…