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On the Birth of John William Rizzo Hoppner
HIS father's sense, his mother's grace, In him, I hope, will always fit so; With--still to keep him in good case-- The health and appetite of Rizzo.
Impromptu
BENEATH Blessington's eyes The reclaimed Paradise Should be free as the former from evil; But if the new Eve For an Apple should grieve, What mortal would not play the Devil?
Fragment: A Tale Untold
One sung of thee who left the tale untold, Like the false dawns which perish in the bursting; Like empty cups of wrought and daedal gold, Which mock the lips with air, when they are thirsting.
Last Words on Greece
WHAT are to me those honours or renown Past or to come, a new-born people's cry? Albeit for such I could despise a crown Of aught save laurel, or for such could die. I am a fool of passion, and a
A Dirge
Rough wind, that moanest loud Grief too sad for song; Wild wind, when sullen cloud Knells all the night long; Sad storm whose tears are vain, Bare woods, whose branches strain, Deep caves and dreary m
Stanza
If I walk in Autumn's even While the dead leaves pass, If I look on Spring's soft heaven,-- Something is not there which was Winter's wondrous frost and snow, Summer's clouds, where are they now?
45. My Girl she’s Airy: A Fragment
MY girl she’s airy, she’s buxom and gay; Her breath is as sweet as the blossoms in May; A touch of her lips it ravishes quite: She’s always good natur’d, good humour’d, and free; She dances, she g
The Shepherd
How sweet is the Shepherd's sweet lot! From the morn to the evening he stays; He shall follow his sheep all the day, And his tongue shall be filled with praise. For he hears the lambs' innocent call,
Remembrance
'Tis done!--I saw it in my dreams: No more with Hope the future beams; My days of happiness are few: Chill'd by Misfortune's wintry blast, My dawn of Life is overcast; Love, Hope, and Joy, alike a
Queries to Casuists
The Moralists tell us that Loving is Sinning, And always are prating about and about it, But as Love of Existence itself's the beginning, Say, what would Existence itself be without it? They argu
To Harriet
Harriet! to see such Circumspection, In Ladies I have no objection Concerning what they read; An ancient Maid's a sage adviser, Like _her_, you will be much the wiser, In word, as well as Deed. B
Locations and Times.
LOCATIONS and times—what is it in me that meets them all, whenever and wherever, and makes me at home? Forms, colors, densities, odors—what is it in me that corresponds with them?
A DIVINE IMAGE
Cruelty has a human heart, And Jealousy a human face; Terror the human form divine, And Secresy the human dress. The human dress is forged iron, The human form a fiery forge, The human face a f
Windsor Poetics. Lines Composed on the Occasion of His Royal Highness the Prince Regent Being Seen Standing between the Coffins of Henry VIII. and Charles I., in the Royal Vault at Windsor
FAMED for contemptuous breach of sacred ties, By headless Charles see heartless Henry lies; Between them stands another sceptred thing-- It moves, it reigns--in all but name, a king: Charles to his
To D--
In thee, I fondly hop'd to clasp A friend, whom death alone could sever; Till envy, with malignant grasp, Detach'd thee from my breast for ever. True, she has forc'd thee from my _breast_, Yet,
On the Bust of Helen by Canova
In this belovéd marble view Above the works and thoughts of Man, What Nature _could_ but _would not_ do, And Beauty and Canova _can!_ Beyond Imagination's power, Beyond the Bard's defeated art,
Apparitions
Such a starved bank of moss Till, that May-morn, Blue ran the flash across: Violets were born! Sky--what a scowl of cloud Till, near and far, Ray on ray split the shroud: Splendid, a star! W
A Woman's Hair
Oh! little lock of golden hue In gently waving ringlet curl'd, By the dear head on which you grew, I would not lose you for _a world_. Not though a thousand more adorn The polished brow where o
Epigram on an Old Lady Who Had Some Curious Notions Respecting the Soul
IN Nottingham county there lives at Swan Green, As curst an old Lady as ever was seen; And when she does die, which I hope will be soon, She firmly believes she will go to the Moon!
My Epitaph
YOUTH, Nature, and relenting Jove, To keep my lamp _in_ strongly strove; But Romanelli was so stout, He beat all three--and _blew_ it _out_.
Ship Starting, The.
LO! the unbounded sea! On its breast a Ship starting, spreading all her sails—an ample Ship, carrying even her moonsails; The pennant is flying aloft, as she speeds, she speeds so stately—below, e
Epitaph for William Pitt
WITH Death doomed to grapple, Beneath this cold slab, he Who lied in the Chapel Now lies in the Abbey.
On a Cornelian Heart Which Was Broken
Ill-fated Heart! and can it be, That thou shouldst thus be rent in twain? Have years of care for thine and thee Alike been all employed in vain? Yet precious seems each shattered part, And ever
On Napoleon's Escape From Elba
ONCE fairly set out on his party of pleasure, Taking towns at his liking, and crowns at his leisure, From Elba to Lyons and Paris he goes, Making _balls for_ the ladies, and _bows to_ his foes.