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A Poet! He Hath Put his Heart to School
A Poet! He Hath Put his Heart to School
. A poet!--He hath put his heart to school,
Nor dares to move unpropped upon the staff
Which art hath lodged with…
A Night Thought
A Night Thought
Lo! where the Moon along the sky
Sails with her happy destiny;
Oft is she hid from mortal eye
Or dimly seen,
But when the…
With Ships the Sea was Sprinkled Far and Nigh,
"With Ships the Sea was Sprinkled Far and Nigh,"
With ships the sea was sprinkled far and nigh,
Like stars in heaven, and joyously it showed;
Some lying …
A Complaint
A Complaint
There is a change--and I am poor;
Your love hath been, nor long ago,
A fountain at my fond heart's door,
Whose only business was to f…
Three Years She Grew in Sun and Shower,
"Three Years She Grew in Sun and Shower,"
Three years she grew in sun and shower,
Then Nature said, "A lovelier flower
On earth was never sown;
T…
The World Is To Much With Us; Late and Soon
"The World Is To Much With Us; Late and Soon"
The world is too much with us; late and soon,
Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers:
Little we see …
She Dwelt Among Untrodden Ways
"She Dwelt Among Untrodden Ways"
She dwelt among the untrodden ways
Beside the springs of Dove,
Maid whom there were none to praise
And very few …
Strange Fits of Passion Have I Known
"Strange Fits of Passion Have I Known"
Strange fits of passion have I known:
And I will dare to tell,
But in the lover's ear alone,
What once to …
I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud
"I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud"
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of …
A Whirl-Blast from Behind the Hill
"A Whirl-Blast from Behind the Hill"
A Whirl-Blast from behind the hill
Rushed o'er the wood with startling sound;
Then--all at once the air was still, <…
Is ample, and some little might be stored
Is ample, and some little might be stored
Wherewith to cheer him in the winter time."
Thus talking of that Peasant, we approached
Close to the spot where…
Witches Chant (from Macbeth)
Witches Chant (from Macbeth)
Round about the couldron go:
In the poisones entrails throw.
Toad,that under cold stone
Days and nights has …
When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes (Sonnet 29)
When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes (Sonnet 29)
When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes,
I all alone beweep my outcast state,
And t…
When to the sessions of sweet silent thought (Sonnet 30)
When to the sessions of sweet silent thought (Sonnet 30)
When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
I summon up remembrance of things past,
I s…
To Me, Fair Friend, You Never Can Be Old
To Me, Fair Friend, You Never Can Be Old
To me, fair Friend, you never can be old,
For as you were when first your eye I eyed
Such seems your bea…
Twelve O'Clock - Fairy time
Twelve O'Clock - Fairy time
Through the house give glimmering light
By the dead and drowsy fire;
Every elf and fairy sprite
hop as light …
The Procreation Sonnets (1 - 17)
The Procreation Sonnets (1 - 17)
I
From fairest creatures we desire increase,
That thereby beauty's rose might never die,
But as …
The Rival Poet Sonnets (78 - 86)
The Rival Poet Sonnets (78 - 86)
LXXVIII
So oft have I invoked thee for my Muse,
And found such fair assistance in my verse
As ev…
The Blossom
The Blossom
ON a day--alack the day!--
Love, whose month is ever May,
Spied a blossom passing fair
Playing in the wanton air:
Thro…
The Passionate Pilgrim
The Passionate Pilgrim
I.
When my love swears that she is made of truth,
I do believe her, though I know she lies,
That she might think m…
St. Crispin’s Day Speech: from Henry V
St. Crispin’s Day Speech: from Henry V
WESTMORELAND. O that we now had here
But one ten thousand of those men in England
That do no work to-day! …
Take, O take those Lips away
Take, O take those Lips away
TAKE, O take those lips away,
That so sweetly were forsworn;
And those eyes, the break of day,
Lights that d…
Sonnets XXX: When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
Sonnets XXX: When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
I summon up remembrance of things past,
I …
Spring
Spring
When daisies pied, and violets blue,
And lady-smocks all silver-white,
And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue
Do paint the meadows …