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On the Extinction of the Venetian Republic
On the Extinction of the Venetian Republic
ONCE did she hold the gorgeous East in fee;
And was the safeguard of the West: the worth
Of Venice did not fal…
Old Cumberland Beggar, The
Old Cumberland Beggar, The
I saw an aged Beggar in my walk;
And he was seated, by the highway side,
On a low structure of rude masonry
Built at t…
Ode, Composed On A May Morning
Ode, Composed On A May Morning
While from the purpling east departs
The star that led the dawn,
Blithe Flora from her couch upstarts,
For May is …
Ode, On Intimations Of Immortality
Ode, On Intimations Of Immortality
I
There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream,
The earth, and every common sight,
To me did seem
Ap…
Ode Composed On A May Morning
Ode Composed On A May Morning
WHILE from the purpling east departs
The star that led the dawn,
Blithe Flora from her couch upstarts,
For May is o…
Ode on Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood
Ode on Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood
There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream,
The earth, and every common sight
…
Oak and The Broom, The: A Pastoral Poem
Oak and The Broom, The: A Pastoral Poem
I
His simple truths did Andrew glean
Beside the babbling rills;
A careful student he had been
Amon…
Nutting
Nutting
---------------------It seems a day
(I speak of one from many singled out)
One of those heavenly days that cannot die;
When, in the eager…
Mutability
Mutability
FROM low to high doth dissolution climb,
And sink from high to low, along a scale
Of awful notes, whose concord shall not fail;
A musi…
November,
November,
. Another year!--another deadly blow!
Another mighty Empire overthrown!
And We are left, or shall be left, alone;
The last that dare t…
Most Sweet it is
Most Sweet it is
. Most sweet it is with unuplifted eyes
To pace the ground, if path be there or none,
While a fair region round the traveller lies
Memory
Memory
A pen--to register; a key--
That winds through secret wards
Are well assigned to Memory
By allegoric Bards.
As aptly, also, might …
Lucy ii
Lucy ii
SHE dwelt among the untrodden ways
Beside the springs of Dove,
A Maid whom there were none to praise
And very few to love:
A viol…
Lucy iv
Lucy iv
THREE years she grew in sun and shower;
Then Nature said, 'A lovelier flower
On earth was never sown;
This child I to myself will take; <…
Lucy Gray
Lucy Gray
Oft I had heard of Lucy Gray:
And, when I crossed the wild,
I chanced to see at break of day
The solitary child.
No mate, no co…
Lines Written In Early Spring
Lines Written In Early Spring
I HEARD a thousand blended notes,
While in a grove I sate reclined,
In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts
Bring…
Last of The Flock, The
Last of The Flock, The
I
In distant countries have I been,
And yet I have not often seen
A healthy man, a man full grown,
Weep in the publ…
Lines Left upon a Seat in a Yew-tree
Lines Left upon a Seat in a Yew-tree
Nay, Traveller! rest. This lonely Yew-tree stands
Far from all human dwelling: what if here
No sparkling rivulet spr…
Kitten And Falling Leaves, The
Kitten And Falling Leaves, The
That way look, my Infant, lo!
What a pretty baby-show!
See the kitten on the wall,
Sporting with the leaves that f…
Lament of Mary Queen of Scots, on The Eve of a New Year
Lament of Mary Queen of Scots, on The Eve of a New Year
Smile of the Moon!---for I so name
That silent greeting from above;
A gentle flash of light that …
Inside of King's College Chapel, Cambridge
Inside of King's College Chapel, Cambridge
. Tax not the royal Saint with vain expense,
With ill-matched aims the Architect who planned--
Albeit labourin…
It is not to be Thought of
It is not to be Thought of
. It is not to be thought of that the Flood
Of British freedom, which, to the open sea
Of the world's praise, from dark antiqu…
Influence of Natural Objects
Influence of Natural Objects
Wisdom and Spirit of the universe!
Thou Soul, that art the Eternity of thought!
And giv'st to forms and images a breath
Idiot Boy, The
Idiot Boy, The
'Tis eight o'clock,--a clear March night,
The moon is up,--the sky is blue,
The owlet, in the moonlight air,
Shouts from nobody kn…