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Manfred: A Dramatic Poem
"There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, Than are dreamt of in your philosophy." [_Hamlet,_ Act i. Scene 5, Lines 166, 167. _The Scene of th
Paradise Lost: Book 06
All night the dreadless Angel, unpursued, Through Heaven's wide champain held his way; till Morn, Waked by the circling Hours, with rosy hand Unbarred the gates of light. There is a cave Within the m
Satire I. to Mr Fortescue.
SATIRES AND EPISTLES OF HORACE IMITATED. _P_. There are (I scarce can think it, but am told) There are, to whom my satire seems too bold: Scarce to wise Peter complaisant enough, And something said o
The Canterbury Tales. The Monk's Tale.
THE PROLOGUE WHEN ended was my tale of Melibee, And of Prudence and her benignity, Our Hoste said, "As I am faithful man, And by the precious corpus Madrian, I had lever than a barrel of ale, That go
Monody on the Death of the Right Hon. R. B. Sheridan
When the last sunshine of expiring Day In Summer's twilight weeps itself away, Who hath not felt the softness of the hour Sink on the heart, as dew along the flower? With a pure feeling which absorbs
The Mask of Anarchy. Written on the Occasion of the Massacre at Manchester
As I lay asleep in Italy There came a voice from over the Sea, And with great power it forth led me To walk in the visions of Poesy. I met Murder on the way-- He had a mask like Castlereagh-- Very sm
The Revolt of Islam. a Poem in Twelve Cantos
Osais de Broton ethnos aglaiais aptomestha perainei pros eschaton ploon nausi d oute pezos ion an eurois es Uperboreon agona thaumatan odon. Pind. Pyth. x. DEDICATION. There is no danger to a man t
Ode to Napoleon Buonaparte
'Tis done--but yesterday a King! And armed with Kings to strive-- And now thou art a nameless thing: So abject--yet alive! Is this the man of thousand thrones, Who strewed our earth with hostile b
The Episode of Nisus and Euryalus. a Paraphrase From the "ÆNeid," Lib. 9
Nisus, the guardian of the portal, stood, Eager to gild his arms with hostile blood; Well skill'd, in fight, the quivering lance to wield, Or pour his arrows thro' th' embattled field: From Ida torn,
The Canterbury Tales. The Clerk's Tale.
THE PROLOGUE. "SIR Clerk of Oxenford," our Hoste said, "Ye ride as still and coy, as doth a maid That were new spoused, sitting at the board: This day I heard not of your tongue a word. I trow ye stu
Oedipus Tyrannus or Swellfoot the Tyrant. a Tragedy in Two Acts
TRANSLATED FROM THE ORIGINAL DORIC. 'Choose Reform or Civil War, When through thy streets, instead of hare with dogs, A CONSORT-QUEEN shall hunt a king with hogs, Riding on the IONIAN MINOTAUR.' SCE
Paradise Lost: Book 10
Mean while the heinous and despiteful act Of Satan, done in Paradise; and how He, in the serpent, had perverted Eve, Her husband she, to taste the fatal fruit, Was known in Heaven; for what can 'scape
The Daemon of the World
A FRAGMENT. PART 1. Nec tantum prodere vati, Quantum scire licet. Venit aetas omnis in unam Congeriem, miserumque premunt tot saecula pectus. LUCAN, Phars. v. 176. How wonderful is Death, Death and
Epistle to Augusta
My Sister! my sweet Sister! if a name Dearer and purer were, it should be thine. Mountains and seas divide us, but I claim No tears, but tenderness to answer mine: Go where I will, to me tho
The Prophecy of Dante
"'Tis the sunset of life gives me mystical lore, And coming events cast their shadows before." Campbell, . DEDICATION. Lady! if for the cold and cloudy clime Wh
Strayed Reveller, The
The Youth Faster, faster, O Circe, Goddess, Let the wild, thronging train The bright procession Of eddying forms, Sweep through my soul! Thou standest, smiling Down on me! thy right arm, Lean'd up ag
Ginevra
Wild, pale, and wonder-stricken, even as one Who staggers forth into the air and sun From the dark chamber of a mortal fever, Bewildered, and incapable, and ever Fancying strange comments in her dizzy
The Italian in England
That second time they hunted me From hill to plain, from shore to sea, And Austria, hounding far and wide Her blood-hounds thro' the country-side, Breathed hot an instant on my trace,-- I made, six da
The Cenci. a Tragedy in Five Acts
ACT 1. SCENE 1.1: AN APARTMENT IN THE CENCI PALACE. ENTER COUNT CENCI AND CARDINAL CAMILLO. CAMILLO: That matter of the murder is hushed up If you consent to yield his Holiness Your fief that lies b
Inspiration
Whate'er we leave to God, God does, And blesses us; The work we choose should be our own, God leaves alone. If with light head erect I sing, Though all the Muses lend their force, From my poor love of
The Woodman and the Nightingale
A woodman whose rough heart was out of tune (I think such hearts yet never came to good) Hated to hear, under the stars or moon, One nightingale in an interfluous wood Satiate the hungry dark with me
Paradise Lost: Book 08
The Angel ended, and in Adam's ear So charming left his voice, that he a while Thought him still speaking, still stood fixed to hear; Then, as new waked, thus gratefully replied. What thanks sufficien
Adonais
AN ELEGY ON THE DEATH OF JOHN KEATS, AUTHOR OF ENDYMION, HYPERION, ETC. Aster prin men elampes eni zooisin Eoos nun de thanon lampeis Esperos en phthimenois.--PLATO. I weep for Adonais--he is dead!
The Pine Forest of the Cascine Near Pisa
Dearest, best and brightest, Come away, To the woods and to the fields! Dearer than this fairest day Which, like thee to those in sorrow, Comes to bid a sweet good-morrow To the rough Year just awake