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O that a week could be an age, and… Felt parting and warm meeting ever… Then one poor year a thousand year… The flush of welcome ever on the c… So could we live long life in litt…
Spenser! a jealous honourer of thi… A forester deep in thy midmost tre… Did last eve ask my promise to ref… Some English that might strive th… But Elfin Poet 'tis impossible
The sun, with his great eye, Sees not so much as I; And the moon, all silver-proud, Might as well be in a cloud. And O the spring– the spring
Oh what can ail thee, knight-at-ar… Alone and palely loitering? The sedge has withered from the la… And no birds sing. Oh what can ail thee, knight-at-ar…
O golden-tongued Romance with ser… Fair plumed Syren! Queen of far a… Leave melodizing on this wintry da… Shut up thine olden pages, and be… Adieu! for once again the fierce d…
What though, for showing truth to… Kind Hunt was shut in prison, yet… In his immortal spirit, been as fr… As the sky-searching lark, and as… Minion of grandeur! think you he d…
One morn before me were three figu… With bowèd necks, and joinèd hands… And one behind the other stepp’d s… In placid sandals, and in white ro… They pass’d, like figures on a mar…
Season of mists and mellow fruitfu… Close bosom-friend of the maturing… Conspiring with him how to load an… With fruit the vines that round th… To bend with apples the mossed cot…
Give me a golden pen, and let me l… On heaped-up flowers, in regions c… Bring me a tablet whiter than a st… Or hand of hymning angel, when ‘ti… The silver strings of heavenly har…
Come hither all sweet Maidens sob… Down looking aye, and with a chast… Hid in the fringes of your eyelids… And meekly let your fair hands joi… As if so gentle that ye could not…
Physician Nature! Let my spirit b… O ease my heart of verse and let m… Throw me upon thy Tripod, till th… Of stifling numbers ebbs from my f… A theme! a theme! great nature! gi…
Much have I travell’d in the real… And many goodly states and kingdom… Round many western islands have I… Which bards in fealty to Apollo h… Oft of one wide expanse had I bee…
Fill for me a brimming bowl And in it let me drown my soul: But put therein some drug, designe… To Banish Women from my mind: For I want not the stream inspiri…
All gentle folks who owe a grudge To any living thing Open your ears and stay your t[r]u… Whilst I in dudgeon sing. The Gadfly he hath stung me sore—
Cat! who hast pass’d thy grand cli… How many mice and rats hast in thy… Destroy’d? How many tit bits stol… With those bright languid segments… Those velvet ears—but pr’ythee do…