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All gentle folks who owe a grudge To any living thing Open your ears and stay your t[r]u… Whilst I in dudgeon sing. The Gadfly he hath stung me sore—
In after-time, a sage of mickle lo… Yclep’d Typographus, the Giant to… And did refit his limbs as heretof… And made him read in many a learne… And into many a lively legend look…
Spenser! a jealous honourer of thi… A forester deep in thy midmost tre… Did last eve ask my promise to ref… Some English that might strive th… But Elfin Poet 'tis impossible
FAME, like a wayward girl, will… To those who woo her with too slav… But makes surrender to some though… And dotes the more upon a heart at… She is a Gipsey,—will not speak t…
Byron! how sweetly sad thy melody! Attuning still the soul to tendern… As if soft Pity, with unusual str… Had touch’d her plaintive lute, an… Hadst caught the tones, nor suffer…
After dark vapors have oppress’d o… For a long dreary season, comes a… Born of the gentle south, and clea… From the sick heavens all unseemly… The anxious mouth, relieved from i…
Bright star, would I were stedfas… Not in lone splendour hung aloft t… And watching, with eternal lids ap… Like nature’s patient, sleepless… The moving waters at their priest-…
Much have I travell’d in the real… And many goodly states and kingdom… Round many western islands have I… Which bards in fealty to Apollo h… Oft of one wide expanse had I bee…
Just at the self-same beat of Tim… Hyperion slid into the rustled air… And Saturn gain’d with Thea that… Where Cybele and the bruised Tita… It was a den where no insulting li…
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,—-
O golden-tongued Romance with ser… Fair plumed Syren! Queen of far a… Leave melodizing on this wintry da… Shut up thine olden pages, and be… Adieu! for once again the fierce d…
Cat! who hast pass’d thy grand c… How many mice and rats hast in thy… Destroy’d? How many tit bits st… With those bright languid segments… Those velvet ears - but pr’ythee…
When I have fears that I may ceas… Before my pen has glean’d my teemi… Before high piled books, in charac… Hold like rich garners the full-ri… When I behold, upon the night’s s…
Why did I laugh tonight? No voice… No God, no demon of severe respon… Deigns to reply from heaven or fro… Then to my human heart I turn at… Heart, thou and I are here, sad a…
O SORROW! Why dost borrow The natural hue of health, from… To give maiden blushes To the white rose bushes?