Many the wonders I this day have seen:

Deigns to reply from Heaven or from HellThen to my human heart I turn at once:Heart! Thou and I are here sad and alone;I say, why did I laugh? O mortal pain!O Darkness! Darkness! ever must I moan,To question Heaven and Hell and Heart in vain.Why did I laugh? I know this Being’s lease,My fancy…

Definitively of these mighty things;Forgive me, that I have not eagle’s wings,That what I want I know not where to seek,And think that I would not be over-meek,In rolling out upfollowed thunderings,Even to the steep of Heliconian springs,Were I of ample strength for such a freak.Think, too, that all these numbers should be thine;Whose else?…

Leave melodizing on this wintry day,Shut up thine olden pages, and be mute:Adieu! for once again the fierce dispute,Betwixt damnation and impassion’d clayMust I burn through; once more humbly assayThe bitter-sweet of this Shakespearian fruit.Chief Poet! and ye clouds of Albion,Begetters of our deep eternal theme,When through the old oak forest I am gone,Let me…

Wolf’s-bane, tight-rooted, for its poisonous wine;Nor suffer thy pale forehead to be kissedBy nightshade, ruby grape of Proserpine;Make not your rosary of yew-berries,Nor let the beetle nor the death-moth beYour mournful Psyche, nor the downy owlA partner in your sorrow’s mysteries;For shade to shade will come too drowsily,And drown the wakeful anguish of the soul.2.But…

That filled the eyes of Morn;—the laurelled peersWho from the feathery gold of evening lean;—The ocean with its vastness, its blue green,Its ships, its rocks, its caves, its hopes, its fears,Its voice mysterious, which whoso hearsMust think on what will be, and what has been.E’en now, dear George, while this for you I write,Cynthia is…

Spirit here that painest!Spirit here that burneth!Spirit here that mourneth!Spirit! I bowMy forehead low,Enshaded with thy pinions!Spirit! I lookAll passion struck,Into thy pale dominions!2.Spirit here that laughest!Spirit here that quaffest!Spirit here that danceth!Spirit here that pranceth!Spirit! with theeI join in the glee,While nudging the elbow of Momus!Spirit! I flushWith a Bacchanal blush,Just fresh from the…

Leave melodizing on this wintry day,Shut up thine olden pages, and be mute.Adieu! for once again the fierce disputeBetwixt damnation and impassioned clayMust I burn through; once more humbly assayThe bitter-sweet of this Shakespearian fruit.Chief Poet! and ye clouds of Albion,Begetters of our deep eternal theme,When through the old oak Forest I am gone,Let me…

Her bed it was the brown heath turf,And her house was out of doors.Her apples were swart blackberries,Her currants, pods o’ broom;Her wine was dew of the wild white rose,Her book a church-yard tomb.Her brothers were the craggy hills,Her sisters larchen trees;Alone with her great familyShe liv’d as she did please.No breakfast had she many…

Some other gloominess, more dreadful cares,More hearkening to the sermon’s horrid sound.Surely the mind of man is closely boundIn some black spell; seeing that each one tearsHimself from fireside joys, and Lydian airs,And converse high of those with glory crown’d.Still, still they toll, and I should feel a damp,–A chill as from a tomb, did…

Worse than an Hus’if’s when she thinks her creamMade a Naumachia for mice and rats.So scared, he sent for that ‘Good King of Cats’Young Daniel, who soon did pluck away the beamFrom out his eye, and said he did not deemThe sceptre worth a straw his Cushions old door-mats.A horrid nightmare similar somewhatOf late has…

And in the icy silence of the tomb,So haunt thy days and chill thy dreaming nightsThat thou wouldst wish thine own heart dry of bloodSo in my veins red life might stream again,And thou be conscience-calmed – see here it is –I hold it towards you.

All the house is asleep, but we know very wellThat the jealous, the jealous old bald-pate may hear.Tho’ you’ve padded his night-cap — O sweet Isabel!Tho’ your feet are more light than a Fairy’s feet,Who dances on bubbles where brooklets meet,–Hush, hush! soft tiptoe! hush, hush my dear!For less than a nothing the jealous can…