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To Ailsa Rock
To Ailsa Rock
Hearken, thou craggy ocean-pyramid,
Give answer by thy voice-the sea-fowls' screams!
When were thy shoulders mantled in huge streams?
To A Friend Who Sent Me Some Roses
To A Friend Who Sent Me Some Roses
As late I rambled in the happy fields,
What time the skylark shakes the tremulous dew
From his lush clover covert;-whe…
To ****
To ****
Hadst thou liv'd in days of old,
O what wonders had been told
Of thy lively countenance,
And thy humid eyes that dance
In the midst o…
Think Of It Not, Sweet One
Think Of It Not, Sweet One
THINK not of it, sweet one, so;--Give
it not a tear;
Sigh thou mayst, and bid it go
Any---anywhere.
Do…
The Gadfly
The Gadfly
1.
All gentle folks who owe a grudge
To any living thing
Open your ears and stay your t[r]udge
Whilst I in dudgeon sing.
2. …
The Eve Of Saint Mark. A Fragment
The Eve Of Saint Mark. A Fragment
Upon a Sabbath-day it fell;
Twice holy was the Sabbath-bell
That call'd the folk to evening prayer;
The city stre…
Teignmouth
Teignmouth
I.
Here all the summer could I stay,
For there's Bishop's teign
And King's teign
And Coomb at the clear Teign head--
Wh…
The Day Is Gone, And All Its Sweets Are Gone
The Day Is Gone, And All Its Sweets Are Gone
The day is gone, and all its sweets are gone!
Sweet voice, sweet lips, soft hand, and softer breast,
Warm br…
Stanzas To Miss Wylie
Stanzas To Miss Wylie
1.
O come Georgiana! the rose is full blown,
The riches of Flora are lavishly strown,
The air is all softness, and crystal th…
Staffa
Staffa
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,…
Spenserian Stanza. Written At The Close Of Canto II, Book V, Of
Spenserian Stanza. Written At The Close Of Canto II, Book V, Of
In after-time, a sage of mickle lore
Yclep'd Typographus, the Giant took,
And did refit h…
Sonnet: When I Have Fears That I May Cease To Be
Sonnet: When I Have Fears That I May Cease To Be
When I have fears that I may cease to be
Before my pen has glean'd my teeming brain,
Before high piled b…
Sonnet: After Dark Vapors Have Oppress'd Our Plains
Sonnet: After Dark Vapors Have Oppress'd Our Plains
After dark vapors have oppress'd our plains
For a long dreary season, comes a day
Born of the gentle …
Sonnet: Before He Went
Sonnet: Before He Went
BEFORE he went to feed with owls and bats
Nebuchadnezzar had an ugly dream,
Worse than an Hus'if's when she thinks her cream
Sonnet. Written In Disgust Of Vulgar Superstition
Sonnet. Written In Disgust Of Vulgar Superstition
The church bells toll a melancholy round,
Calling the people to some other prayers,
Some other gloomine…
Sonnet. Written On A Blank Space At The End Of Chaucer's Tale Of 'The Floure
Sonnet. Written On A Blank Space At The End Of Chaucer's Tale Of 'The Floure
And The Lefe'
This pleasant tale is like a little copse:
The honied lines do…
Sonnet. To A Lady Seen For A Few Moments At Vauxhall
Sonnet. To A Lady Seen For A Few Moments At Vauxhall
Time's sea hath been five years at its slow ebb,
Long hours have to and fro let creep the sand,
Sinc…
Sonnet. Why Did I Laugh Tonight?
Sonnet. Why Did I Laugh Tonight?
Why did I laugh to-night? No voice will tell
No God, no Demon of severe response,
Deigns to reply from Heaven or from He…
Sonnet. On Peace
Sonnet. On Peace
O PEACE! and dost thou with thy presence bless
The dwellings of this war-surrounded Isle;
Soothing with placid brow our late distress, <…
Sonnet. The Day Is Gone
Sonnet. The Day Is Gone
The day is gone, and all its sweets are gone!
Sweet voice, sweet lips, soft hand, and softer breast,
Warm breath, light whisper, …
Sonnet. A Dream, After Reading Dante's Episode Of Paulo And Francesca
Sonnet. A Dream, After Reading Dante's Episode Of Paulo And Francesca
As Hermes once took to his feathers light,
When lulled Argus, baffled, swooned and slept,…
Sonnet. On A Picture Of Leander
Sonnet. On A Picture Of Leander
Come hither all sweet Maidens soberly
Down looking aye, and with a chasten'd light
Hid in the fringes of your eyelids whi…
Sonnet XV. On The Grasshopper And Cricket
Sonnet XV. On The Grasshopper And Cricket
The poetry of earth is never dead:
When all the birds are faint with the hot sun,
And hide in cooling trees, a …
Sonnet XVII. Happy Is England
Sonnet XVII. Happy Is England
Happy is England! I could be content
To see no other verdure than its own;
To feel no other breezes than are blown
Th…