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Standing aloof in giant ignorance, Of thee I hear and of the Cyclade… As one who sits ashore and longs p… To visit dolphin-coral in deep sea… So thou wast blind;—but then the v…
Ever let the Fancy roam, Pleasure never is at home: At a touch sweet Pleasure melteth… Like to bubbles when rain pelteth; Then let winged Fancy wander
WHAT is there in the universal E… More lovely than a Wreath from th… Haply a Halo round the Moon a gle… Circling from three sweet pair of… And haply you will say the dewy bi…
Give me your patience, sister, whi… Exact in capitals your golden name… Or sue the fair Apollo and he wil… Rouse from his heavy slumber and i… Great love in me for thee and Poe…
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…
A FRAGMENT OF A TRAGEDY ACT I. SCENE I. Field of Battle. Alarum. Enter King STEPHEN, K… Stephen. If shame can on a soldie…
As Hermes once took to his feathe… When lulled Argus, baffled, swoon… So on a Delphic reed, my idle spr… So played, so charmed, so conquere… The dragon-world of all its hundre…
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…
Hence Burgundy, Claret, and Port… Away with old Hock and madeira, Too earthly ye are for my sport; There’s a beverage brighter and cl… Instead of a piriful rummer,
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…
O what can ail thee, knight-at-arm… Alone and palely loitering? The sedge has withered from the la… And no birds sing. O what can ail thee, knight-at-arm…
What can I do to drive away Remembrance from my eyes? for they… Aye, an hour ago, my brilliant Qu… Touch has a memory. O say, love,… What can I do to kill it and be f…
High-mindedness, a jealousy for go… A loving-kindness for the great ma… Dwells here and there with people… In noisome alley, and in pathless… And where we think the truth least…
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…
O Chatterton! how very sad thy fa… Dear child of sorrow—son of misery… How soon the film of death obscur’… Whence Genius mildly falsh’d, and… How soon that voice, majestic and…