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On The Sea

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It keeps eternal whisperings aroundDesolate shores, and with its mighty swellGluts twice ten thousand caverns, till the spellOf Hecate leaves them their old shadowy sound.Often ’tis in such gentle temper…

Hyperion

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BOOK I      Deep in the shady sadness of a valeFar sunken from the healthy breath of morn,Far from the fiery noon, and eve’s one star,Sat gray-hair’d Saturn, quiet as…

The Eve Of St. Agnes

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St. Agnes’ Eve–Ah, bitter chill it was!    The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold;    The hare limp’d trembling through the frozen grass,    And silent was the flock in woolly fold:    Numb were the…

His Last Sonnet

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Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art! – Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night,And watching, with eternal lids apart,Like Nature’s patient sleepless Eremite,The moving waters at…

On Fame

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Fame, like a wayward girl, will still be coyTo those who woo her with too slavish knees,But makes surrender to some thoughtless boy,And dotes the more upon a heart at…

Endymion: Book II

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O Sovereign power of love! O grief! O balm!All records, saving thine, come cool, and calm,And shadowy, through the mist of passed years:For others, good or bad, hatred and tearsHave…

Endymion: Book III

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There are who lord it o’er their fellow-menWith most prevailing tinsel: who unpenTheir baaing vanities, to browse awayThe comfortable green and juicy hayFrom human pastures; or, O torturing fact!Who, through…

Endymion: Book IV

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Muse of my native land! loftiest Muse!O first-born on the mountains! by the huesOf heaven on the spiritual air begot:Long didst thou sit alone in northern grot,While yet our England…

Endymion: Book I

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ENDYMION. A Poetic Romance. “THE STRETCHED METRE OF AN AN ANTIQUE SONG.”INSCRIBED TO THE MEMORY OF THOMAS CHATTERTON. Book I A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:Its loveliness…

Bright Star, Would I Were Steadfast As Thou Art

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Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art—    Not in lone splendour hung aloft the nightAnd watching, with eternal lids apart,    Like nature’s patient, sleepless Eremite,The moving waters at their priestlike…