Give me your patience, sister, while I frame Exact in capitals your golden name; Or sue the fair Apollo and he will Rouse from his heavy slumber and instill Great love in me for thee and Poesy....
Hence Burgundy, Claret, and Port, Away with old Hock and madeira, Too earthly ye are for my sport; There's a beverage brighter and clearer. Instead of a piriful rummer, My wine overbrims a whole summer;...
Ah! ken ye what I met the day Out oure the Mountains A coming down by craggi[e]s grey An mossie fountains A[h] goud hair'd Marie yeve I pray Ane minute's guessing For that I met upon the way...
When they were come into Faery's Court They rang, no one at home, all gone to sport And dance and kiss and love as faerys do For Faries be as human lovers true, Amid the woods they were so lone and wild...
Pensive they sit, and roll their languid eyes, Nibble their toast, and cool their tea with sighs, Or else forget the purpose of the night, Forget their tea, forget their appetite....
'Tis the witching hour of night, Orbed is the moon and bright, And the stars they glisten, glisten, Seeming with bright eyes to listen, For what listen they? For a song and for a charm,...
Asleep! O sleep a little while, white pearl! And let me kneel, and let me pray to thee, And let me call Heaven's blessing on thine eyes, And let me breathe into the happy air,...
There was a naughty boy, A naughty boy was he, He would not stop at home, He could not quiet be He took In his knapsack A book Full of vowels And a shirt...
There was one Mrs. Cameron of 50 years of age and the fattest woman in all Inverness-shire who got up this Mountain some few years ago, true she had her servants, but then she had her self. She ought to have hired Sisyphus,,...
Young Calidore is paddling o'er the lake; His healthful spirit eager and awake To feel the beauty of a silent eve, Which seem'd full loath this happy world to leave;...
O! were I one of the Olympian twelve, Their godships should pass this into law, That when a man doth set himself in toil After some beauty veiled far away, Each step he took should make his lady's hand...
Fill for me a brimming bowl And in it let me drown my soul: But put therein some drug, designed To Banish Women from my mind: For I want not the stream inspiring That fills the mind with'fond desiring,...
Mother of Hermes! and still youthful Maia! May I sing to thee As thou wast hymned on the shores of Baiae? Or may I woo thee In earlier Sicilian? or thy smiles...
Give me women, wine, and snuff Until I cry out "hold, enough!" You may do so sans objection Till the day of resurrection; For bless my beard they aye shall be My beloved Trinity.
God of the golden bow, And of the golden lyre, And of the golden hair, And of the golden fire, Charioteer Of the patient year, Where where slept thine ire,...
Fanatics have their dreams, wherewith they weave A paradise for a sect; the savage, too, From forth the loftiest fashion of his sleep Guesses at heaven; pity these have not...
I stood tip-toe upon a little hill, The air was cooling, and so very still, That the sweet buds which with a modest pride Pull droopingly, in slanting curve aside,...
Chief of organic Numbers! Old Scholar of the Spheres! Thy spirit never slumbers, But rolls about our ears For ever and for ever. O, what a mad endeavour Worketh he...