(1802)
#English #Romanticism #XIXCentury #XVIIICentury
High in the breathless Hall the M… And Emont’s murmur mingled with t… The words of ancient time I thus… A festal strain that hath been sil… “From town to town, from tower to…
I was thy neighbour once, thou rug… Four summer weeks I dwelt in sigh… I saw thee every day; and all the… Thy Form was sleeping on a glassy… So pure the sky, so quiet was the…
ENOUGH of climbing toil!—Ambiti… Here, as 'mid busier scenes, groun… Or slippery even to peril! and eac… As we for most uncertain recompenc… Mount toward the empire of the fic…
The Knight had ridden down from W… With the slow motion of a summer’s… And now, as he approached a vassal… “Bring forth another horse!” he cr… “Another horse!”—That shout the v…
FESTIVALS have I seen that we… This is young Buonaparte’s natal… And his is henceforth an establish… Consul for life. With worship Fra… Her approbation, and with pomps an…
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…
SURPRISED by joy—impatient as… I turned to share the transport—O… But Thee, deep buried in the sile… That spot which no vicissitude can… Love, faithful love, recall’d thee…
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
ON his morning rounds the Master Goes to learn how all things fare; Searches pasture after pasture, Sheep and cattle eyes with care; And, for silence or for talk,
A narrow girdle of rough stones an… A rude and natural causeway, inter… Between the water and a winding sl… Of copse and thicket, leaves the e… Of Grasmere safe in its own priva…
YES, it was the mountain Echo, Solitary, clear, profound, Answering to the shouting Cuckoo, Giving to her sound for sound! Unsolicited reply
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…
There was a Boy; ye knew him well… And islands of Winander! many a t… At evening, when the earliest star… To move along the edges of the hil… Rising or setting, would he stand…
CHILD of loud—throated War! the… Roars in thy hearing; but thy hour… Is come, and thou art silent in th… Save when the wind sweeps by and s… Ambiguous, neither wholly thine no…
She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to pr… And very few to love: A violet by a mossy stone