Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;Conspiring with him how to load and blessWith fruit the vines that round the thatch-eaves run;To bend with apples the…
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If by dull rhymes our English must be chain’d, And, like Andromeda, the Sonnet sweetFetter’d, in spite of pained loveliness;Let us find out, if we must be constrain’d, Sandals more interwoven and…
O solitude! if I must with thee dwell, Let it not be among the jumbled heap Of murky buildings; climb with me the steep,—Nature’s observatory—whence the dell,Its flowery slopes, its…
Son of the old Moon-mountains African!Chief of the Pyramid and Crocodile!We call thee fruitful, and that very whileA desert fills our seeing’s inward span:Nurse of swart nations since the world…
I cry your mercy—pity—love!—aye, love!Merciful love that tantalizes not,One-thoughted, never-wandering, guileless love,Unmasked, and being seen—without a blot!O! let me have thee whole,—all—all—be mine!That shape, that fairness, that sweet minor zestOf…
No, no, go not to Lethe, neither twist Wolf’s-bane, tight-rooted, for its poisonous wine;Nor suffer thy pale forehead to be kiss’d By nightshade, ruby grape of Proserpine; Make not your…
High-mindedness, a jealousy for good,A loving-kindness for the great man’s fame,Dwells here and there with people of no name,In noisome alley, and in pathless wood:And where we think the truth…
Old Meg she was a Gipsy, And liv’d upon the Moors:Her bed it was the brown heath turf, And her house was out of doors. Her apples were swart blackberries, Her currants pods…
Why did I laugh tonight? No voice will tell:No God, no Demon of severe response,Deigns to reply from Heaven or from Hell.Then to my human heart I turn at once.Heart!…
O golden-tongued Romance with serene lute!Fair plumed Syren! Queen of far away!Leave melodizing on this wintry day,Shut up thine olden pages, and be mute.Adieu! for once again the fierce disputeBetwixt…