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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 seem,
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 your so…
Ode To Apollo
Ode To Apollo
1.
In thy western halls of gold
When thou sittest in thy state,
Bards, that erst sublimely told
Heroic deeds, and sang of fate,…
Ode to Fanny
Ode to Fanny
Physician Nature! Let my spirit blood!
O ease my heart of verse and let me rest;
Throw me upon thy Tripod, till the flood
Of stifling …
Ode on Melancholy
Ode on Melancholy
No, no! go not to Lethe, neither twist
Wolf's-bane, tight-rooted, for its poisonous wine;
Nor suffer thy pale forehead to be kissed
Ode On A Grecian Urn
Ode On A Grecian Urn
Thou still unravish'd bride of quietness,
Thou foster-child of silence and slow time,
Sylvan historian, who canst thus express
O Blush Not So!
O Blush Not So!
O BLUSH not so! O blush not so!
Or I shall think you knowing;
And if you smile the blushing while,
Then maidenheads are going…
Ode
Ode
Bards of Passion and of Mirth,
Ye have left your souls on earth!
Have ye souls in heaven too,
Double lived in regions new?
Yes, and…
Lines Rhymed In A Letter From Oxford
Lines Rhymed In A Letter From Oxford
I.
The Gothic looks solemn,
The plain Doric column
Supports an old Bishop and Crosier;
The mouldering ar…
Lines Written In The Highlands After A Visit To Burns's Country
Lines Written In The Highlands After A Visit To Burns's Country
There is a charm in footing slow across a silent plain,
Where patriot battle has been fought, w…
Lines
Lines
UNFELT unheard, unseen,
I've left my little queen,
Her languid arms in silver slumber lying:
Ah! through their nestling touch,
Lines On Seeing A Lock Of Milton's Hair
Lines On Seeing A Lock Of Milton's Hair
Chief of organic Numbers!
Old Scholar of the Spheres!
Thy spirit never slumbers,
But rolls about our ears <…
Lamia. Part II
Lamia. Part II
Love in a hut, with water and a crust,
Is—Love, forgive us!—cinders, ashes, dust;
Love in a palace is perhaps at last
More grievous …
La Belle Dame Sans Merci (Original version )
La Belle Dame Sans Merci (Original version )
Oh what can ail thee, knight-at-arms,
Alone and palely loitering?
The sedge has withered from the lake,
King Stephen
King Stephen
A FRAGMENT OF A TRAGEDY
ACT I.
SCENE I. Field of Battle.
Alarum. Enter King STEPHEN, Knights, and Soldiers.
Stephen. If shame ca…
Isabella; Or, The Pot Of Basil: A Story From Boccaccio
Isabella; Or, The Pot Of Basil: A Story From Boccaccio
I.
Fair Isabel, poor simple Isabel!
Lorenzo, a young palmer in Love's eye!
They could not in…
In Drear-Nighted December
In Drear-Nighted December
IN drear-nighted December,
Too happy, happy tree,
Thy branches ne'er remember
Their green felicity:
The north canno…
If By Dull Rhymes Our English Must Be Chain'd
If By Dull Rhymes Our English Must Be Chain'd
If by dull rhymes our English must be chain'd,
And, like Andromeda, the Sonnet sweet
Fetter'd, in spi…
Hyperion. Book I
Hyperion. Book I
Deep in the shady sadness of a vale
Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn,
Far from the fiery noon, and eve's one star,
Sat g…
Hyperion. Book III
Hyperion. Book III
Thus in altemate uproar and sad peace,
Amazed were those Titans utterly.
O leave them, Muse! O leave them to their woes;
For tho…
Hymn To Apollo
Hymn To Apollo
GOD of the golden bow,
And of the golden lyre,
And of the golden hair,
And of the golden fire,
Charioteer
Of the p…
Hither, Hither, Love
Hither, Hither, Love
HITHER hither, love--'
Tis a shady mead---
Hither, hither, love!
Let us feed and feed!
Hither, hither, sweet--'
Give Me Women, Wine, and Snuff
Give Me Women, Wine, and Snuff
GIVE me women, wine, and snuff
Untill I cry out "hold, enough!"
You may do so sans objection
Till the day of resurre…
Happy Is England! I Could Be Content
Happy Is England! I Could Be Content
Happy is England! I could be content
To see no other verdure than its own;
To feel no other breezes than are blown <…