As the kindling glances, Queen-like and clear, Which the bright moon lances From her tranquil sphere At the sleepless waters Of a lonely mere, On the wild whirling waves, mournfully, mournfully,...
Why, when the World's great mind Hath finally inclin'd, Why, you say, Critias, be debating still? Why, with these mournful rhymes Learn'd in more languid climes, Blame our activity,...
So far as I conceive the World's rebuke To him address'd who would recast her new, Not from herself her fame of strength she took, But from their weakness, who would work her rue....
We, O Nature, depart: Thou survivest us: this, This, I know, is the law. Yes, but more than this, Thou who seest us die Seest us change while we live; Seest our dreams one by one,...
Rais'd are the dripping oars Silent the boat: the lake, Lovely and soft as a dream, Swims in the sheen of the moon. The mountains stand at its head Clear in the pure June night,...
How changed is here each spot man makes or fills! In the two Hinkseys nothing keeps the same; The village street its haunted mansion lacks, And from the sign is gone Sibylla's name,...
Who prop, thou ask'st in these bad days, my mind? He much, the old man, who, clearest-souled of men, Saw The Wide Prospect, and the Asian Fen, And Tmolus hill, and Smyrna bay, though blind. ...
Who prop, thou ask'st in these bad days, my mind? He much, the old man, who, clearest-souled of men, Saw The Wide Prospect, and the Asian Fen, And Tmolus' hill, and Smyrna's bay, though blind....
'In harmony with Nature'? Restless fool, Who with such heat dost preach what were to thee, When true, the last impossibility; To be like Nature strong, like Nature cool:...
God knows it, I am with you. If to prize Those virtues, priz'd and practis'd by too few, But priz'd, but lov'd, but eminent in you, Man's fundamental life: if to despise The barren optimistic sophistries...
God knows it, I am with you. If to prize Those virtues, priz'd and practis'd by too few, But priz'd, but lov'd, but eminent in you, Man's fundamental life: if to despise The barren optimistic sophistries...
Yet, when I muse on what life is, I seem Rather to patience prompted, than that prowl Prospect of hope which France proclaims so loud, France, fam'd in all great arts, in none supreme....
Joy comes and goes: hope ebbs and flows, Like the wave. Change doth unknit the tranquil strength of men. Love lends life a little grace, A few sad smiles: and then. Both are laid in one cold place,...
Artist, whose hand, with horror wing'd, hath torn From the rank life of towns this leaf: and flung The prodigy of full-blown crime among Valleys and men to middle fortune born,...
We were apart: yet, day by day, I bade my heart more constant be; I bade it keep the world away, And grow a home for only thee: Nor fear'd but thy love likewise grew,...
'Yes: in the sea of life enisl'd, With echoing straits between us thrown, Dotting the shoreless watery wild, We mortal millions live alone. The islands feel the enclasping flow,...
Yes! in the sea of life enisled, With echoing straits between us thrown, Dotting the shoreless watery wild, We mortal millions live alone. The islands feel the enclasping flow,...
Laugh, my Friends, and without blame Lightly quit what lightly came: Rich to-morrow as to-day Spend as madly as you may. I, with little land to stir, Am the exacter labourer....
Each on his own strict line we move, And some find death ere they find love. So far apart their lives are thrown From the twin soul that halves their own.