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Sonnet XIV. Addressed To The Same (Haydon)
Sonnet XIV. Addressed To The Same (Haydon)
Great spirits now on earth are sojourning;
He of the cloud, the cataract, the lake,
Who on Helvellyn's summit,…
Sonnet XIII. Addressed To Haydon
Sonnet XIII. Addressed To Haydon
High-mindedness, a jealousy for good,
A loving-kindness for the great man's fame,
Dwells here and there with people of n…
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 of the …
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 many wester…
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 astray …
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
A desert f…
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 light,
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 years woul…
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 returning vigou…
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'd her pla…
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 he,
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 cold abou…
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;—the laur…
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 jealous, t…
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
[As I suppos…
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?-
To give ma…
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
Ofthe lea…
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 jeopardy
We…
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:
I l…
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
Of Hecat…
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 this wi…
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 Labyrinth I woul…
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 islands h…
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 whiter …