#EnglishWriters
There are who lord it o’er their f… With most prevailing tinsel: who u… Their baaing vanities, to browse a… The comfortable green and juicy ha… From human pastures; or, O tortur…
Not Aladdin magian Ever such a work began; Not the wizard of the Dee Ever such a dream could see; Not St. John, in Patmos’ Isle,
He is to weet a melancholy carle: Thin in the waist, with bushy head… As hath the seeded thistle when in… It holds the Zephyr, ere it sende… Its light balloons into the summer…
Of late two dainties were before m… Sweet, holy, pure, sacred and inno… From the ninth sphere to me benign… That Gods might know my own parti… First the soft Bag-pipe mourn’d w…
O Solitude! if I must with thee d… Let it not be among the jumbled he… Of murky buildings; climb with me… Nature’s observatory—whence the de… Its flowery slopes, its river’s cr…
Small, busy flames play through th… And their faint cracklings o’er ou… Like whispers of the household god… A gentle empire o’er fraternal sou… And while, for rhymes, I search a…
What though, for showing truth to… Kind Hunt was shut in prison, yet… In his immortal spirit, been as fr… As the sky-searching lark, and as… Minion of grandeur! think you he d…
O come Georgiana! the rose is ful… The riches of Flora are lavishly… The air is all softness, and cryst… The West is resplendently clothed… O come! let us haste to the freshe…
Hearken, thou craggy ocean-pyramid… Give answer by thy voice—the sea-f… When were thy shoulders mantled in… When from the sun was thy broad fo… How long is’t since the mighty Po…
Pensive they sit, and roll their l… Nibble their toast, and cool their… Or else forget the purpose of the… Forget their tea—forget their appe… See with cross’d arms they sit—ah!…
O soft embalmer of the still midni… Shutting, with careful fingers and… Our gloom-pleas'd eyes, embower'd… Enshaded in forgetfulness divine: O soothest Sleep! if so it please…
Can death be sleep, when life is b… And scenes of bliss pass as a phan… The transient pleasures as a visio… And yet we think the greatest pain… How strange it is that man on eart…
Good Kosciusko, thy great name al… Is a full harvest whence to reap h… It comes upon us like the glorious… Of the wide spheres—an everlasting… And now it tells me, that in world…
Season of mists and mellow fruitfu… Close bosom-friend of the maturing… Conspiring with him how to load an… With fruit the vines that round th… To bend with apples the moss’d cot…
And what is love? It is a doll dr… For idleness to cosset, nurse, and… A thing of soft misnomers, so divi… That silly youth doth think to mak… Divine by loving, and so goes on