(1802)
#English #Romanticism #XIXCentury #XVIIICentury
WE can endure that He should wast… Despoil our temples, and by sword… Return us to the dust from which w… Such food a Tyrant’s appetite dem… And we can brook the thought that…
FANCY, who leads the pastimes of… Full oft is pleased a wayward dart… Sending sad shadows after things n… Peopling the harmless fields with… Beneath her sway, a simple forest…
THE embowering rose, the acacia,… Will not unwillingly their place r… If but the Cedar thrive that near… Planted by Beaumont’s and by 's h… One wooed the silent Art with stu…
That is work of waste and ruin— Do as Charles and I are doing! Strawberry—blossoms, one and all, We must spare them—here are many: Look at it—the flower is small,
GREAT men have been among us; ha… And tongues that utter’d wisdom—be… The later Sidney, Marvel, Harrin… Young Vane, and others who call’d… These moralists could act and comp…
ONE might believe that natural mi… Had blasted France, and made of i… Unfit for men; and that in one gre… Her sons were bursting forth, to d… But 'tis a chosen soil, where sun…
A BARKING sound the Shepherd h… A cry as of a dog or fox; He halts—and searches with his eye… Among the scattered rocks: And now at distance can discern
Once did She hold the gorgeous ea… And was the safeguard of the west:… Of Venice did not fall below her… Venice, the eldest Child of Liber… She was a maiden City, bright and…
SIX changeful years have vanished… Poured out (saluted by that quicke… Which met me issuing from the Cit… A glad preamble to this Verse: I… Aloud, with fervour irresistible
NOT 'mid the world’s vain objects… The free—born Soul—that World who… In selfish interest perverts the w… Whose factions lead astray the wis… Not there; but in dark wood and ro…
Departing summer hath assumed An aspect tenderly illumed, The gentlest look of spring; That calls from yonder leafy shade Unfaded, yet prepared to fade,
CLOUDS, lingering yet, extend i… Through the grey west; and lo! the… By breezeless air to smoothest pol… A vivid repetition of the stars; Jove, Venus, and the ruddy crest…
Who is the happy Warrior? Who is… That every man in arms should wish… —It is the generous Spirit, who,… Among the tasks of real life, hath… Upon the plan that pleased his boy…
FLY, some kind Harbinger, to Gra… Say that we come, and come by this… Fly upon swiftest wing round field… But chiefly let one Cottage hear… There let a mystery of joy prevail…
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…