My spirit is too weak; mortalityWeighs heavily on me like unwilling sleep,And each imagined pinnacle and steepOf godlike hardship tells me I must dieLike a sick eagle looking at the…
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A thing of beauty is a joy for ever: Its lovliness increases; it will never Pass into nothingness; but still will keep A bower quiet for us, and a sleep…
O blush not so! O blush not so! Or I shall think you knowing;And if you smile the blushing while, Then maidenheads are going. There’s a blush for want, and a blush…
Souls of Poets dead and gone,What Elysium have ye known,Happy field or mossy cavern,Choicer than the Mermaid Tavern?Have ye tippled drink more fineThan mine host’s Canary wine?Or are fruits of…
As late I rambled in the happy fields,What time the skylark shakes the tremulous dewFrom his lush clover covert;—when anewAdventurous knights take up their dinted shields;I saw the sweetest flower…
O Solitude! if I must with thee dwell,Let it not be among the jumbled heapOf murky buildings: climb with me the steep,— Nature’s observatory—whence the dell,In flowery slopes, its river’s…
The poetry of earth is never dead: When all the birds are faint with the hot sun, And hide in cooling trees, a voice will runFrom hedge to hedge about the new-mown…
I.Fair Isabel, poor simple Isabel!Lorenzo, a young palmer in Love’s eye!They could not in the self-same mansion dwellWithout some stir of heart, some malady;They could not sit at meals but…
GIVE me women, wine, and snuff Untill I cry out “hold, enough!” You may do so sans objection Till the day of resurrection: For, bless my beard, they aye shall…
Think not of it, sweet one, so;— Give it not a tear;Sigh thou mayst, and bid it go Any—anywhere. Do not lool so sad, sweet one,— Sad and fadingly;Shed one drop then,—it is…