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Comus (excerpts)
Comus (excerpts)
SONG1Sweet
Echo, sweetest nymph that liv'st unseen
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Within thy airy shell
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By slow Meander's margent green,
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From 'Arcades'
From 'Arcades'
O'RE the smooth enameld green
Where no print of step hath been,
Follow me as I sing,
And touch the warbled string.
Under…
At A Vacation Exercise In The Colledge, Part Latin, Part English. The Latin
At A Vacation Exercise In The Colledge, Part Latin, Part English. The Latin
Speeches Ended, The English Thus Began
Hail native Language, that by sinews weak
Arcades
Arcades
Part of an entertainment presented to the Countess Dowager of
Darby at Harefield, by som Noble persons of her Family, who
appear on the Sce…
An Epitaph on the Admirable Dramatic Poet W. Shakespeare
An Epitaph on the Admirable Dramatic Poet W. Shakespeare
What needs my Shakespeare for his honored bones
The labor of an age in piled stones?
Or that his…
An Epitaph On The Marchioness Of Winchester
An Epitaph On The Marchioness Of Winchester
This rich Marble doth enterr
The honour'd Wife of Winchester,
A Vicounts daughter, an Earls heir,
Besid…
Written on a Blank Space
Written on a Blank Space
This pleasant tale is like a little copse:
The honied lines so freshly interlace,
To keep the reader in so sweet a place,
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Written on a Summer Evening
Written on a Summer Evening
The church bells toll a melancholy round,
Calling the people to some other prayers,
Some other gloominess, more dreadful care…
Written Before Re-Reading King Lear
Written Before Re-Reading King Lear
O golden-tongued Romance with serene lute!
Fair plumed Syren! Queen of far away!
Leave melodizing on this wintry day,…
Why did I laugh tonight? No voice will tell
Why did I laugh tonight? No voice will tell
Why did I laugh tonight? No voice will tell
No God, no demon of severe response
Deigns to reply from heaven o…
Where Be Ye Going, You Devon Maid?
Where Be Ye Going, You Devon Maid?
WHERE be ye going, you Devon maid?
And what have ye there i' the basket?
Ye tight little fairy, just fresh from the da…
When I Have Fears
When I Have Fears
When I have fears that I may cease to be
Before my pen has glean'd my teeming brain,
Before high-piled books, in charactery,
Hold…
Two Sonnets. To Haydon, With A Sonnet Written On Seeing The Elgin Marbles
Two Sonnets. To Haydon, With A Sonnet Written On Seeing The Elgin Marbles
I.
Haydon! forgive me that I cannot speak
Definitively of these mighty things; …
Two Or Three
Two Or Three
Two or three Posies
With two or three simples--
Two or three Noses
With two or three pimples--
Two or three wise men
And two…
To-
To-
Had I a man's fair form, then might my sighs
Be echoed swiftly through that ivory shell,
Thine ear, and find thy gentle heart; so well
Would pas…
To The Ladies Who Saw Me Crowned
To The Ladies Who Saw Me Crowned
WHAT is there in the universal Earth
More lovely than a Wreath from the bay tree?
Haply a Halo round the Moon a glee
To one who has been long in city pent
To one who has been long in city pent
To one who has been long in city pent,
'Tis very sweet to look into the fair
And open face of heaven,--to breathe a…
To Solitude
To Solitude
O Solitude! if I must with thee dwell,
Let it not be among the jumbled heap
Of murky buildings; climb with me the steep, -
N…
To My Brother George
To My Brother George
Many the wonders I this day have seen:
The sun, when first he kissed away the tears
That filled the eyes of Morn;-the laurelled peer…
To John Hamilton Reynolds
To John Hamilton Reynolds
O that a week could be an age, and we
Felt parting and warm meeting every week,
Then one poor year a thousand years would be, <…
To George Felton Mathew
To George Felton Mathew
Sweet are the pleasures that to verse belong,
And doubly sweet a brotherhood in song;
Nor can remembrance, Mathew! bring to view …
To Homer
To Homer
Standing aloof in giant ignorance,
Of thee I hear and of the Cyclades,
As one who sits ashore and longs perchance
To visit dolphin-coral i…
To Byron
To Byron
Byron! how sweetly sad thy melody!
Attuning still the soul to tenderness,
As if soft Pity, with unusual stress,
Had touch'd her plaintive …
To Fanny
To Fanny
I cry your mercy-pity-love!-aye, love!
Merciful love that tantalizes not,
One-thoughted, never-wandering, guileless love,
Unmasked, and be…