To William Wordsworth (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
Friend of the Wise ! and Teacher of the Good ! Into my heart have I received that Lay More ...
Friend of the Wise ! and Teacher of the Good ! Into my heart have I received that Lay More ...
Isn't she lovely, "the Mistress"? With her wide-apart grey-green eyes, The droop of her lips and, when she smiles, Her ...
Here among long-discarded cassocks, Damp stools, and half-split open hassocks, Here where the vicar never looks I nibble through old ...
Beautiful must be the mountains whence ye come, And bright in the fruitful valleys the streams, wherefrom Ye learn your ...
I had eight birds hatched in one nest, Four cocks there were, and hens the rest. I nursed them up ...
There is a mystic thread of life So dearly wreath'd with mine alone, That Destiny's relentless knife At once must ...
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
Parent of golden dreams, Romance! Auspicious Queen of childish joys, Who lead'st along, in airy dance, Thy votive train of ...
O muse of my heart, lover of palaces, Will you bring, when January lets loose its sleet And its black ...
Vanity, saith the preacher, vanity! Draw round my bed: is Anselm keeping back? Nephews -- sons mine -- ah God, ...
LIFE ne'er exulted in so rich a prize, As Burnet, lovely from her native skies; Nor envious death so triumph'd ...
THE TOASTFILL me with the rosy wine, Call a toast, a toast divine: Giveth me Poet's darling flame, Lovely Jessie ...
Not under foreign skies Nor under foreign wings protected - I shared all this with my own people There, where ...
THROUGH the black, rushing smoke-bursts, Thick breaks the red flame. All Etna heaves fiercely Her forest-clothed frame. Not here, O ...
Through the black, rushing smoke-bursts, Thick breaks the red flame. All Etna heaves fiercely Her forest-clothed frame. Not here, O ...
Through the black, rushing smoke-bursts, Thick breaks the red flame; All Etna heaves fiercely Her forest-clothed frame. Not here, O ...
MY lord, I know your noble ear Woe ne'er assails in vain; Embolden'd thus, I beg you'll hear Your humble ...
NO Spartan tube, no Attic shell, No lyre Æolian I awake; 'Tis liberty's bold note I swell, Thy harp, Columbia, ...
I see thine image through my tears to-night, And yet to-day I saw thee smiling. How Refer the cause?-Beloved, is ...
The cypress stood up like a church That night we felt our love would hold, And saintly moonlight seemed to ...
O thou with dewy locks, who lookest down Thro' the clear windows of the morning, turn Thine angel eyes upon ...
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