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Sonnet VIII. To My Brothers
Sonnet VIII. To My Brothers
Small, busy flames play through the fresh laid coals,
And their faint cracklings o'er our silence creep
Like whispers…
Sonnet XI. On First Looking Into Chapman's Homer
Sonnet XI. On First Looking Into Chapman's Homer
Much have I travell'd in the realms of gold,
And many goodly states and kingdoms seen;
Round man…
Sonnet To The Nile
Sonnet To The Nile
Son of the old Moon-mountains African!
Chief of the Pyramid and Crocodile!
We call thee fruitful, and that very while
…
Sonnet VI. To G. A. W.
Sonnet VI. To G. A. W.
Nymph of the downward smile and sidelong glance!
In what diviner moments of the day
Art thou most lovely? -- when gone far…
Sonnet To John Hamilton Reynolds
Sonnet 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 ye…
Sonnet To Sleep
Sonnet To Sleep
O soft embalmer of the still midnight!
Shutting, with careful fingers and benign,
Our gloom-pleas'd eyes, embower'd from the ligh…
Sonnet To George Keats: Written In Sickness
Sonnet To George Keats: Written In Sickness
Brother belov'd if health shall smile again,
Upon this wasted form and fever'd cheek:
If e'er returni…
Sonnet To Byron
Sonnet To Byron
Byron! how sweetly sad thy melody!
Attuning still the soul to tenderness,
As if soft Pity, with unusual stress,
Had touch…
Sonnet III. Written On The Day That Mr. Leigh Hunt Left Prison
Sonnet III. Written On The Day That Mr. Leigh Hunt Left Prison
What though, for showing truth to flatter'd state,
Kind Hunt was shut in prison, yet has h…
Sonnet IX. Keen, Fitful Gusts Are
Sonnet IX. Keen, Fitful Gusts Are
Keen, fitful gusts are whisp'ring here and there
Among the bushes half leafless, and dry;
The stars look very c…
Song. Hush, Hush! Tread Softly!
Song. Hush, Hush! Tread Softly!
1.
Hush, hush! tread softly! hush, hush my dear!
All the house is asleep, but we know very well
That the …
Sonnet I. To My Brother George
Sonnet I. 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;—…
Sleep And Poetry
Sleep And Poetry
As I lay in my bed slepe full unmete
Was unto me, but why that I ne might
Rest I ne wist, for there n'as erthly wight
[A…
Song of the Indian Maid, from 'Endymion'
Song of the Indian Maid, from 'Endymion'
O SORROW!
Why dost borrow
The natural hue of health, from vermeil lips?-
…
Robin Hood
Robin Hood
NO! those days are gone away,
And their hours are old and gray,
And their minutes buried all
Under the down-trodden pall
Otho The Great - Act IV
Otho The Great - Act IV
SCENE I.
AURANTHE'S Apartment.
AURANTHE and CONRAD discovered.
Conrad. Well, well, I know what ugly jeopa…
Otho The Great - Act II
Otho The Great - Act II
SCENE I.
An Ante-chamber in the Castle.
Enter LUDOLPH and SIGIFRED.
Ludolph. No more advices, no more cautioning:…
On the Sea
On the Sea
It keeps eternal whisperings around
Desolate shores, and with its mighty swell
Gluts twice ten thousand Caverns, till the spell
…
On Sitting Down to Read King Lear Once Again
On Sitting Down to Read King Lear Once Again
O golden-tongued Romance with serene lute!
Fair plumed Syren! Queen of far away!
Leave melodizing on…
On Receiving A Laurel Crown From Leigh Hunt
On Receiving A Laurel Crown From Leigh Hunt
MINUTES are flying swiftly, and as yet
Nothing unearthly has enticed my brain
Into a delphic Labyrint…
On Leaving Some Friends At An Early Hour
On Leaving Some Friends At An Early Hour
Give me a golden pen, and let me lean
On heaped-up flowers, in regions clear, and far;
Bring me a tablet…
On First Looking Into Chapman's Homer
On First Looking Into Chapman's Homer
Much have I travell'd in the realms of gold,
And many goodly states and kingdoms seen;
Round many western i…
Ode. Written On The Blank Page Before Beaumont And Fletcher's
Ode. Written On The Blank Page Before Beaumont And Fletcher's
Tragi-Comedy 'The Fair Maid Of The Inn'
Bards of Passion and of Mirth,
Ye have left…
On Death
On Death
1.
Can death be sleep, when life is but a dream,
And scenes of bliss pass as a phantom by?
The transient pleasures as a vision s…