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To Mary Shelley
My dearest Mary, wherefore hast thou gone, And left me in this dreary world alone? Thy form is here indeed--a lovely one-- But thou art fled, gone down the dreary road, That leads to Sorrow's most obs
Bowles and Campbell
To the air of "How now, Madam Flirt," in the _Beggar's Opera_. BOWLES. "WHY, how now, saucy Tom? If you thus must ramble, I will publish some Remarks on Mister Campbe
When The Sun Come After Rain
WHEN the sun comes after rain And the bird is in the blue, The girls go down the lane Two by two. When the sun comes after shadow And the singing of the showers, The girls go up the meadow, Fair as f
Passage of the Apennines
Listen, listen, Mary mine, To the whisper of the Apennine, It bursts on the roof like the thunder's roar, Or like the sea on a northern shore, Heard in its raging ebb and flow By the captives pent in
Summer has two Beginnings --
Summer has two Beginnings -- Beginning once in June -- Beginning in October Affectingly again -- Without, perhaps, the Riot But graphicker for Grace -- As finer is a going Than a remaining Face -- D
On a Royal Visit to the Vaults. or Caesar's Discovery of C.I. and H. 8. in Ye Same Vault
FAMED for their civil and domestic quarrels See heartless Henry lies by headless Charles; Between them stands another sceptred thing, It lives, it reigns--"aye, every inch a king." Charles to his peop
The Chimney Sweeper
A little black thing in the snow, Crying "weep! weep!" in notes of woe! "Where are thy father and mother? Say!"-- "They are both gone up to the church to pray. "Because I was happy upon the heath, An
511. Song—O aye my wife she dang me
Chorus—O aye my wife she dang me, An’ aft my wife she bang’d me, If ye gie a woman a’ her will, Gude faith! she’ll soon o’er-gang ye. ON peace an’ rest my mind was bent, And, fool I was! I mar
The Voice of the Ancient Bard
Youth of delight! come hither And see the opening morn, Image of Truth new-born. Doubt is fled, and clouds of reason, Dark disputes and artful teazing. Folly is an endless maze; Tangled roots perplex
Fragment From the Wandering Jew
The Elements respect their Maker's seal! Still Like the scathed pine tree's height, Braving the tempests of the night Have I 'scaped the flickering flame. Like the scathed pine, which a monument stand
Farewell to North Devon
Where man's profane and tainting hand Nature's primaeval loveliness has marred, And some few souls of the high bliss debarred Which else obey her powerful command; ...mountain piles That load in grand
I think that the Root of the Wind is Water --
I think that the Root of the Wind is Water -- It would not sound so deep Were it a Firmamental Product -- Airs no Oceans keep -- Mediterranean intonations -- To a Current's Ear -- There is a maritime
Just so -- Jesus -- raps
Just so -- Jesus -- raps -- He -- doesn't weary -- Last -- at the Knocker -- And first -- at the Bell. Then -- on divinest tiptoe -- standing -- Might He but spy the lady's soul -- When He -- retires
The Lily
The modest Rose puts forth a thorn, The humble sheep a threat'ning horn: While the Lily white shall in love delight, Nor a thorn nor a threat stain her beauty bright.
Light As The Linnet On My Way I Start
LIGHT as the linnet on my way I start, For all my pack I bear a chartered heart. Forth on the world without a guide or chart, Content to know, through all man's varying fates, The eternal woman by the
Farewell
FAREWELL, and when forth I through the Golden Gates to Golden Isles Steer without smiling, through the sea of smiles, Isle upon isle, in the seas of the south, Isle upon island, sea upon sea, Why shou
Epitaph. on Mr Elijah Fenton, at Easthamstead, in Berks, 1730.
This modest stone, what few vain marbles can, May truly say, Here lies an honest man: A poet, blest beyond the poet's fate, Whom Heaven kept sacred from the proud and great: Foe to loud praise, and fr
Autumn Fires
In the other gardens And all up the vale, From the autumn bonfires See the smoke trail! Pleasant summer over And all the summer flowers, The red fire blazes, The grey smoke towers. Sing a song of se
Idle Fame
I would not wish the burning blaze Of fame around a restless world, The thunder and the storm of praise In crowded tumults heard and hurled. I would not be a flower to stand The stare of every p
AFTERNOON IN FEBRUARY
The day is ending, The night is descending; The marsh is frozen, The river dead. Through clouds like ashes The red sun flashes On village windows That glimmer red. The snow recommences; The buried f
My Pretty Rose Tree
A flower was offered to me, Such a flower as May never bore; But I said "I've a pretty rose tree," And I passed the sweet flower o'er. Then I went to my pretty rose tree, To tend her by day and
Ah Sunflower
Ah Sunflower, weary of time, Who countest the steps of the sun; Seeking after that sweet golden clime Where the traveller's journey is done; Where the Youth pined away with desire, And the pale
When Memory is full
When Memory is full Put on the perfect Lid -- This Morning's finest syllable Presumptuous Evening said --
Home, My Little Children, Hear Are Songs For You
COME, my little children, here are songs for you; Some are short and some are long, and all, all are new. You must learn to sing them very small and clear, Very true to time and tune and pleasing to t