When Newton saw an apple fall, he found In that slight startle from his contemplation - 'T is said (for I 'll not answer above ground For any sage's creed or calculation) -...
Hail, Muse! et cetera. - We left Juan sleeping, Pillow'd upon a fair and happy breast, And watch'd by eyes that never yet knew weeping, And loved by a young heart, too deeply blest...
I now mean to be serious; - it is time, Since laughter now-a-days is deem'd too serious. A jest at Vice by Virtue 's call'd a crime, And critically held as deleterious:...
Of all the barbarous middle ages, that Which is most barbarous is the middle age Of man; it is - I really scarce know what; But when we hover between fool and sage,...
Bob Southey! You're a poet, poet laureate, And representative of all the race. Although 'tis true that you turned out a Tory at Last, yours has lately been a common case....
When Juan sought the subterranean flood, And paid his obolus on the Stygian shore, Charon, the proud and sombre beggar, stood With one strong, vengeful hand on either oar. ...
The night Don Juan came to pay his fees To Charon, by the caverned water's shore, A beggar, proud-eyed as Antisthenes, Stretched out his knotted fingers on the oar. ...
I. Stop, let me have the truth of that! Is that all true? I say, the day Ten years ago when both of us Met on a morning, friends as thus We meet this evening, friends or what?
My boyish heart in thee confided, For to the great by thee 't was guided. As man, my waiting is for thee, - The Northern cause with thee, with thee! ...
The tears of man in various measure gush From various sources; gently overflow From blissful transport some, from clefts of woe Some with ungovernable impulse rush; And some, coeval with the earliest blush...
If Fate should seal my Death to-morrow, (Though much I hope she will postpone it,) I've held a share Joy and Sorrow, Enough for Ten; and here I own it.
The Sheep-boy whistled loud, and lo! That instant, startled by the shock, The Buzzard mounted from the rock Deliberate and slow: Lord of the air, he took his flight;...
The Sheep-boy whistled loud, and lo! That instant, startled by the shock, The Buzzard mounted from the rock Deliberate and slow: Lord of the air, he took his flight;...
Though sorrow long has worn my heart; Though every day I've, counted o'er Hath brought a new and, quickening smart To wounds that rankled fresh before;
The blast skims over the string of takeoff lights and relinquishing place and time lofts to separation: the plume, rose sliver, grows across the high-lit evening...