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Adrian's Address to His Soul When Dying
Animula! vagula, Blandula, Hospes, comesque corporis, Quæ nunc abibis in Loca-- Pallidula, rigida, nudula, Nec, ut soles, dabis Jocos?
On My Thirty-Third Birthday
THROUGH Life's dull road, so dim and dirty, I have dragged to three-and-thirty. What have these years left to me? Nothing--except thirty-three.
Versicles
I READ the "Christabel;" Very well: I read the "Missionary;" Pretty--very: I tried at "Ilderim;" Ahem! I read a sheet of "Marg'ret of _Anjou_;" _Can you_? I turned a pa
Epigram
The world is a bundle of hay, Mankind are the asses who pull; Each tugs it a different way,-- And the greatest of all is John Bull!
Fragment: 'When a Lover Clasps His Fairest'
When a lover clasps his fairest, Then be our dread sport the rarest. Their caresses were like the chaff In the tempest, and be our laugh His despair--her epitaph! When a mother clasps her child, Watc
Answer to----'s Professions of Affection
IN hearts like thine ne'er may I hold a place Till I renounce all sense, all shame, all grace-- That seat,--like seats, the bane of Freedom's realm, But dear to those presiding at the helm-- Is basely
What Being in Rank-Old Nature
What being in rank-old nature should earlier have that breath been That hйre pйrsonal tells off these heart-song powerful peals?— A bush-browed, beetle-brуwed bнllow is it? With a soъth-wйsterly wнnd
Autumn Within
It is autumn; not without But within me is the cold. Youth and spring are all about; It is I that have grown old. Birds are darting through the air, Singing, building without rest; Life is stirring e
Fragment: Milton's Spirit
I dreamed that Milton's spirit rose, and took From life's green tree his Uranian lute; And from his touch sweet thunder flowed, and shook All human things built in contempt of man,-- And sanguine thro
Fragment: 'I Would Not Be a King'
I would not be a king--enough Of woe it is to love; The path to power is steep and rough, And tempests reign above. I would not climb the imperial throne; 'Tis built on ice which fortune's sun Thaws i
A Wind that rose
A Wind that rose Though not a Leaf In any Forest stirred But with itself did cold engage Beyond the Realm of Bird -- A Wind that woke a lone Delight Like Separation's Swell Restored in Arctic Confiden
Twice had Summer her fair Verdure
Twice had Summer her fair Verdure Proffered to the Plain -- Twice a Winter's silver Fracture On the Rivers been -- Two full Autumns for the Squirrel Bounteous prepared -- Nature, Had'st thou not a Be
One Year ago -- jots what?
One Year ago -- jots what? God -- spell the word! I -- can't -- Was't Grace? Not that -- Was't Glory? That -- will do -- Spell slower -- Glory -- Such Anniversary shall be --
The One who could repeat the Summer day
The One who could repeat the Summer day -- Were greater than itself -- though He Minutest of Mankind should be -- And He -- could reproduce the Sun -- At period of going down -- The Lingering -- and
Pain -- has an Element of Blank --
Pain -- has an Element of Blank -- It cannot recollect When it begun -- or if there were A time when it was not -- It has no Future -- but itself -- Its Infinite contain Its Past -- enlightened to pe
The Veins of other Flowers
The Veins of other Flowers The Scarlet Flowers are Till Nature leisure has for Terms As "Branch," and "Jugular." We pass, and she abides. We conjugate Her Skill While She creates and federates Withou
Floss won't save you from an Abyss
Floss won't save you from an Abyss But a Rope will -- Notwithstanding a Rope for a Souvenir Is not beautiful -- But I tell you every step is a Trough -- And every stop a Well -- Now will you have the
My Season's furthest Flower --
My Season's furthest Flower -- I tenderer commend Because I found Her Kinsmanless, A Grace without a Friend.
Water makes many Beds
Water makes many Beds For those averse to sleep -- Its awful chamber open stands -- Its Curtains blandly sweep -- Abhorrent is the Rest In undulating Rooms Whose Amplitude no end invades -- Whose Axis
Her spirit rose to such a height
Her spirit rose to such a height Her countenance it did inflate Like one that fed on awe. More prudent to assault the dawn Than merit the ethereal scorn That effervesced from her.
Heaven is so far of the Mind
Heaven is so far of the Mind That were the Mind dissolved -- The Site -- of it -- by Architect Could not again be proved -- 'Tis vast -- as our Capacity -- As fair -- as our idea -- To Him of adequat
How happy is the little Stone
How happy is the little Stone That rambles in the Road alone, And doesn't care about Careers And Exigencies never fears -- Whose Coat of elemental Brown A passing Universe put on, And independent as t
I know a place where Summer strives
I know a place where Summer strives With such a practised Frost -- She -- each year -- leads her Daisies back -- Recording briefly -- "Lost" -- But when the South Wind stirs the Pools And struggles i
I suppose the time will come
I suppose the time will come Aid it in the coming When the Bird will crowd the Tree And the Bee be booming. I suppose the time will come Hinder it a little When the Corn in Silk will dress And in Chi