Enchantress! whose transcendant pow'rs, With ease, the massy fabric raise;-- Beneath whose sway the tempest low'rs, Or lucid stream meaend'ring plays;-- Accept the tribute ...
The days are sped, and never shall return,Days of deep joy, which Helen did beguileWide her sweet presence and enchanting ...
Come, horsemen all, from every fieldAnd taste this rare delight,And see what English pastures yieldTo those whose hearts beat right!Come, ...
Blest Christmas morn, though murky clouds Pursue thy way, Thy light was born where storm enshrouds Nor dawn nor day! Dear Christ, forever here ...
At twenty-five I cast my horoscope,And saw a future with all good things rife —A firm assurance of eternal lifeIn ...
Have patience, O my sorrow, and be still.You asked for night: it falls: it is here.A shadowy atmosphere enshrouds the ...
And it is night, dark sabled night;Bare branches lined against the sky,And mottling shadows blurred.And it is night. The weary ...
I.Before PROSPERO'S cell. Moonlight.ARIEL.So - Prospero is gone - and I am free -Free, free at last. His latest charge ...
TO DEMETER. I.Goddess of bounty! at whose spring-time call, When on the dewey earth thy first tones fall, And echo ...
Crowds! Crowds! Crowds! Suddenly here as if come from the clouds That faded away as they came; Mad ...
When I and all those that hear me shall have gone to our last home, andwhen the mould may have ...
I know your heart, O Sea! You are tossed with cold desire to flood earth utterly; You run at the ...
The days are sped, and never shall return, Days of deep joy, which Helen did beguile Wide her sweet presence ...
AND art thou come again, Oh Night,I know thee by thy starry crown,And by the mists of violet lightWhich gather ...
NIGHT.I LIFT to Heaven my longing eyes, Knowing that yonder tranquil moon Is bright for you in Spanish skies; And ...
Where huge rock buttresses bear up the clouds, With all their floating reservoirs of rain; Where the wide ...
"PALE beryl sky, with clouds Hued like dove's wing, O'ershadowing ...
The war of words is done; The red-lipped cannon speak; The battle has begun. The web your speeches spun Tears ...
As I was carving images from clouds, And tinting them with soft ethereal dyes Pressed from the pulp of dreams, ...
The vast and solemn company of clouds Around the Sun's death, lit, incarnadined, Cool into ashy wan; as Night enshrouds ...
