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Song of the Broad-Axe.
1 WEAPON, shapely, naked, wan! Head from the mother’s bowels drawn! Wooded flesh and metal bone! limb only one, and lip only one! Gray-blue leaf by red-heat grown! helve produced from a little seed so
The Progress of Poesy
A Pindaric Ode Awake, Aeolian lyre, awake, And give to rapture all thy trembling strings. From Helicon's harmonious springs A thousand rills their mazy progress take: The laughing flowers that round
Book II. Satire VI. the First Part Imitated in the Year 1714, by Dr
SWIFT; THE LATTER PART ADDED AFTERWARDS. I've often wish'd that I had clear, For life, six hundred pounds a-year, A handsome house to lodge a friend, A river at my garden's end, A terrace-walk, and h
Elegy on Newstead Abbey
"It is the voice of years, that are gone! they roll before me, with all their deeds." Ossian. NEWSTEAD! fast-falling, once-resplendent dome! Religion's shrine! repentant HENRY'S pride! Of Warr
Ode to the West Wind
O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being, Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing, Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red, Pesti
The Temple of Fame.
In that soft season, when descending showers Call forth the greens, and wake the rising flowers; When opening buds salute the welcome day, And earth relenting feels the genial ray; As balmy sleep had
The Bishop Orders His Tomb at Saint Praxed's Church (Rome, 15--)
Vanity, saith the preacher, vanity! Draw round my bed: is Anselm keeping back? Nephews--sons mine ... ah God, I know not! Well, She, men would have to be your mother once, Old Gandolf envied me, so fa
Caliban upon Setebos; or, Natural Theology in the Island
"Thou thoughtest that I was altogether such an one as thyself." ['Will sprawl, now that the heat of day is best, Flat on his belly in the pit's much mire, With elbows wide, fists clenched to prop his
Summer,
THE SECOND PASTORAL, OR ALEXIS. TO DR GARTH. A shepherd's boy (he seeks no better name) Led forth his flocks along the silver Thame, Where dancing sunbeams on the waters play'd, And verdant alders f
An Hymn In Honour Of Beauty
AH whither, Love, wilt thou now carry me? What wontless fury dost thou now inspire Into my feeble breast, too full of thee? Whilst seeking to aslake thy raging fire, Thou in me kindlest much more grea
Mycerinus
'Not by the justice that my father spurn'd, Not for the thousands whom my father slew, Altars unfed and temples overturn'd, Cold hearts and thankless tongues, where thanks are due; Fell this dread voi
I'm "wife" -- I've finished that
I'm "wife" -- I've finished that -- That other state -- I'm Czar -- I'm "Woman" now -- It's safer so -- How odd the Girl's life looks Behind this soft Eclipse -- I think that Earth feels so To folks
Variation of the Song of the Moon
("PROMETHEUS UNBOUND", ACT 4.) As a violet's gentle eye Gazes on the azure sky Until its hue grows like what it beholds; As a gray and empty mist Lies like solid amethyst Over the western mountain it
One Day is there of the Series
One Day is there of the Series Termed Thanksgiving Day. Celebrated part at Table Part in Memory. Neither Patriarch nor Pussy I dissect the Play Seems it to my Hooded thinking Reflex Holiday. Had the
Though the great Waters sleep,
Though the great Waters sleep, That they are still the Deep, We cannot doubt -- No vacillating God Ignited this Abode To put it out --
Circumstance
FROM THE GREEK. A man who was about to hang himself, Finding a purse, then threw away his rope; The owner, coming to reclaim his pelf, The halter found; and used it. So is Hope Changed for Despair--o
The Night is Darkening Around Me
The night is darkening round me, The wild winds coldly blow; But a tyrant spell has bound me, And I cannot, cannot go. The giant trees are bending Their bare boughs weighed with snow; The storm is fa
Touch lightly Nature's sweet Guitar
Touch lightly Nature's sweet Guitar Unless thou know'st the Tune Or every Bird will point at thee Because a Bard too soon --
Orpheus with his Lute Made Trees
Orpheus with his lute made trees, And the mountain tops that freeze, Bow themselves, when he did sing: To his music plants and flowers Ever sprung; as sun and showers There had made a lasting spring.
Lines to a Critic
Honey from silkworms who can gather, Or silk from the yellow bee? The grass may grow in winter weather As soon as hate in me. Hate men who cant, and men who pray, And men who rail like thee; An equal
Stanza From a Translation of the Marseillaise Hymn
Tremble, Kings despised of man! Ye traitors to your Country, Tremble! Your parricidal plan At length shall meet its destiny... We all are soldiers fit to fight, But if we sink in glory's night Our mot
Lines
That time is dead for ever, child! Drowned, frozen, dead for ever! We look on the past And stare aghast At the spectres wailing, pale and ghast, Of hopes which thou and I beguiled To death on life's d
Remorse -- is Memory -- awake --
Remorse -- is Memory -- awake -- Her Parties all astir -- A Presence of Departed Acts -- At window -- and at Door -- Its Past -- set down before the Soul And lighted with a Match -- Perusal -- to fac
Under the Greenwood Tree
Under the greenwood tree Who loves to lie with me, And turn his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat, Come hither, come hither, come hither: Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough weather.