#English #Romanticism #XIXCentury #XVIIICentury
PRAISED be the Art whose subtl… Yon cloud, and fix it in that glor… Nor would permit the thin smoke to… Nor those bright sunbeams to forsa… Which stopped that band of travell…
Oft I had heard of Lucy Gray: And, when I crossed the wild, I chanced to see at break of day The solitary child. No mate, no comrade Lucy knew;
A pen—to register; a key— That winds through secret wards Are well assigned to Memory By allegoric Bards. As aptly, also, might be given
There’s George Fisher, Charles F… Three rosy—cheeked school—boys, th… Than the height of a counsellor’s… To the top of GREAT HOW did it… And there they built up, without m…
I thought of Thee, my partner and… As being past away.—Vain sympathi… For, backward, Duddon! as I cast… I see what was, and is, and will a… Still glides the Stream, and shal…
FROM Nature doth emotion come, a… Of calmness equally are Nature’s… This is her glory; these two attri… Are sister horns that constitute h… Hence Genius, born to thrive by i…
Three years she grew in sun and sh… Then Nature said, ‘A lovelier flo… On earth was never sown: This child I to myself will take; She shall be mine, and I will mak…
Thus far, O Friend! have we, thou… Unvisited, endeavour’d to retrace My life through its first years, a… The way I travell’d when I first… To love the woods and fields; the…
SOON did he Almighty Giver of a… Take those dear young Ones to a f… And in Death’s arms has long repo… For whom this simple Register was… Thanks to the moth that spared it…
WHAT He—who, 'mid the kindred th… Of Heroes that inspired his song, Doth yet frequent the hill of stor… The stars dim—twinkling through th… What! Ossian here—a painted Thral…
AVAUNT all specious pliancy of… In men of low degree, all smooth p… I better like a blunt indifference… And self—respecting slowness, disi… To win me at first sight: and be t…
From low to high doth dissolution… And sink from high to low, along a… Of awful notes, whose concord shal… A musical but melancholy chime, Which they can hear who meddle not…
AMONG all lovely things my Love… Had noted well the stars, all flow… About her home; but she had never… A glow—worm, never one, and this… While riding near her home one sto…
It was an April morning: fresh an… The Rivulet, delighting in its st… Ran with a young man’s speed; and… Of waters which the winter had sup… Was softened down into a vernal to…
“And has the Sun his flaming char… Two hundred times around the ring… Since Science first, with all her… Beneath yon roof began her heavenl… While thus I mused, methought, be…