#EnglishWriters
HOW many bards gild the lapses of… A few of them have ever been the f… Of my delighted fancy,—I could br… Over their beauties, earthly, or s… And often, when I sit me down to…
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,
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…
The church bells toll a melancholy… Calling the people to some other p… Some other gloominess, more dreadf… More harkening to the sermon’s hor… Surely the mind of man is closely…
WHERE be ye going, you Devon ma… And what have ye there i’ the bask… Ye tight little fairy, just fresh… Will ye give me some cream if I a… I love your meads, and I love you…
O PEACE! and dost thou with thy… The dwellings of this war-surround… Soothing with placid brow our late… Making the triple kingdom brightly… Joyful I hail thy presence; and I…
As from the darkening gloom a silv… Upsoars, and darts into the easter… On pinions that nought moves but p… So fled thy soul into the realms a… Regions of peace and everlasting l…
I stood tip-toe upon a little hill… The air was cooling, and so very s… That the sweet buds which with a m… Pull droopingly, in slanting curve… Their scantly leaved, and finely t…
O Blush not so! O blush not so! Or I shall think you knowing; And if you smile the blushing whil… Then maidenheads are going. There’s a blush for want, and a bl…
Give me a golden pen, and let me l… On heaped-up flowers, in regions c… Bring me a tablet whiter than a st… Or hand of hymning angel, when ‘ti… The silver strings of heavenly har…
The day is gone, and all its sweet… Sweet voice, sweet lips, soft hand… Warm breath, light whisper, tender… Bright eyes, accomplished shape, a… Faded the flower and all its budde…
There is a charm in footing slow a… Where patriot battle has been foug… There is a pleasure on the heath w… Where mantles grey have rustled by… There is a joy in every spot made…
No, no! go not to Lethe, neither… Wolf’s-bane, tight-rooted, for its… Nor suffer thy pale forehead to be… By nightshade, ruby grape of Pros… Make not your rosary of yew-berrie…
When they were come into Faery’s… They rang—no one at home—all gone… And dance and kiss and love as fae… For Faries be as human lovers tru… Amid the woods they were so lone a…
If by dull rhymes our English mus… And, like Andromeda, the Sonnet s… Fetter’d, in spite of pained lovel… Let us find out, if we must be con… Sandals more interwoven and comple…