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The Canterbury Tales. The Shipman's Tale.
THE PROLOGUE Our Host upon his stirrups stood anon, And saide; "Good men, hearken every one, This was a thrifty tale for the nones. Sir Parish Priest," quoth he, "for Godde's bones, Tell us a tale, a
Ode From the French
We do not curse thee, Waterloo! Though Freedom's blood thy plain bedew; There 'twas shed, but is not sunk-- Rising from each gory trunk, Like the water-spout from ocean, With a strong and growing moti
306. Election Ballad at close of Contest for representing the Dumfries Burghs, 1790
FINTRY, my stay in wordly strife, Friend o’ my muse, friend o’ my life, Are ye as idle’s I am? Come then, wi’ uncouth kintra fleg, O’er Pegasus I’ll fling my leg, And ye shall
Mazeppa
'Twas after dread Pultowa's day, When Fortune left the royal Swede-- Around a slaughtered army lay, No more to combat and to bleed. The power and glory of the war, Faithless as their vain votari
Alastor: Or, the Spirit of Solitude
'The good die first, And those whose hearts are dry as summer dust, Burn to the socket!' Earth, Ocean, Air, beloved brotherhood! If our great Mother has imbued my soul With aught of natural piety to
Abt Vogler: After he has been extemporizing upon the musical instrument of his invention
Would that the structure brave, the manifold music I build, Bidding my organ obey, calling its keys to their work, Claiming each slave of the sound, at a touch, as when Solomon willed Armies of an
The Curse of Minerva
Pallas te hoc Vulnere Pallas Immolat et poenam scelerato ex Sanguine Sumit. Slow sinks, more lovely ere his race be run, Along Morea's hills the setting Sun; Not, as in northern
Paradise Lost: Book 09
No more of talk where God or Angel guest With Man, as with his friend, familiar us'd, To sit indulgent, and with him partake Rural repast; permitting him the while Venial discourse unblam'd. I now mus
Ulalume
The skies they were ashen and sober; The leaves they were crisped and sere-- The leaves they were withering and sere; It was night in the lonesome October Of my most immemorial year; It was hard
Sleepers, The.
1 I WANDER all night in my vision, Stepping with light feet, swiftly and noiselessly stepping and stopping, Bending with open eyes over the shut eyes of sleepers, Wandering and confused, lost to mysel
Endymion: Book II
O Sovereign power of love! O grief! O balm! All records, saving thine, come cool, and calm, And shadowy, through the mist of passed years: For others, good or bad, hatred and tears Have become indolen
I Sing the Body Electric.
1 I SING the Body electric; The armies of those I love engirth me, and I engirth them; They will not let me off till I go with them, respond to them, And discorrupt them, and charge them full with the
Satire II. to Mr Bethel.
SATIRES AND EPISTLES OF HORACE IMITATED. What, and how great, the virtue and the art To live on little with a cheerful heart; (A doctrine sage, but truly none of mine) Let's talk, my friends, but tal
91. The Vision
THE SUN had clos’d the winter day, The curless quat their roarin play, And hunger’d maukin taen her way, To kail-yards green, While faithless snaws ilk step betray Whar
The Death of Calmar and Orla. an Imitation of MacPherson's "Ossian"
Dear are the days of youth! Age dwells on their remembrance through the mist of time. In the twilight he recalls the sunny hours of morn. He lifts his spear with trembling hand. "Not thus feebly did I
The Adieu. Written Under the Impression That the Author Would Soon Die
Adieu, thou Hill! where early joy Spread roses o'er my brow; Where Science seeks each loitering boy With knowledge to endow. Adieu, my youthful friends or foes, Partners of former bliss or woes;
The Blues: A Literary Eclogue
"Nimium ne crede colori."--Virgil, ECLOGUE THE FIRST. _London.--Before the Door of a Lecture Room_. _Enter_ TRACY, _meeting_ INKEL. _Ink_. You're too late. _Tra_.
Paradise Lost: Book 11
Undoubtedly he will relent, and turn From his displeasure; in whose look serene, When angry most he seemed and most severe, What else but favour, grace, and mercy, shone? So spake our father penitent;
The Island
CANTO THE FIRST. The morning watch was come; the vessel lay Her course, and gently made her liquid way; The cloven billow flashed from off her prow In furrows formed by that majestic plough; The wate
The Corsair.
CANTO THE FIRST. "----nessun maggior dolore, Che ricordarsi del tempo felice Nella miseria,----" Dante, _Inferno_, v. 121. "O'er the glad waters of the dark blue sea, Our th
Mother and Poet
I. Dead ! One of them shot by the sea in the east, And one of them shot in the west by the sea. Dead ! both my boys ! When you sit at the feast And are wanting a great song for Italy free, Let none l
Address, Spoken at the Opening of Drury-Lane Theatre, Saturday, October 10, 1812
In one dread night our city saw, and sighed, Bowed to the dust, the Drama's tower of pride; In one short hour beheld the blazing fane, Apollo sink, and Shakespeare cease to reign. Ye who beheld, (o
Endymion: Book III
There are who lord it o'er their fellow-men With most prevailing tinsel: who unpen Their baaing vanities, to browse away The comfortable green and juicy hay From human pastures; or, O torturing fact!
Prometheus Unbound. a Lyrical Drama in Four Acts
AUDISNE HAEC AMPHIARAE, SUB TERRAM ABDITE? ACT 1. PROMETHEUS: Monarch of Gods and DAEmons, and all Spirits But One, who throng those bright and rolling worlds Which Thou and I alone of living things