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Poetry

The Dirge

Old winter was gone In his weakness back to the mountains hoar, And the spring came down From the planet that hovers upon the shore Where the sea of sunlight encroaches On the limits of wintry night;-- If the land,...

Universal

Percy Bysshe Shelley

115 words

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Poetry

Song To Celia - I

Come, my Celia, let us prove While we may the sports of love; Time will not be ours forever, He at length our good will sever.

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Ben Jonson

Short91 words

Poetry

551. Ballad on Mr. Heron’s Election—No. 4

WHA will buy my troggin, fine election ware, Broken trade o’ Broughton, a’ in high repair? Chorus.—Buy braw troggin frae the banks o’ Dee; Wha wants troggin let him come to me.

Sonnet 9: Is it for fear to wet a widow's eye

Is it for fear to wet a widow's eye, That thou consum'st thy self in single life?

Winter-Time

Late lies the wintry sun a-bed, A frosty, fiery sleepy-head; Blinks but an hour or two; and then, A blood-red orange, sets again. Before the stars have left the skies, At morning in the dark I rise; And shivering in...

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Robert Louis Stevenson

110 words

Poetry

The Thanksgiving

Oh King of grief! (a title strange, yet true, To thee of all kings only due) Oh King of wounds! how shall I grieve for thee, Who in all grief preventest me? Shall I weep blood? why thou has wept...

The Old Year

The Old Year's gone away To nothingness and night: We cannot find him all the day Nor hear him in the night: He left no...

Sonnet 71: No longer mourn for me when I am dead

No longer mourn for me when I am dead Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world with vilest worms to dwell: Nay, if you read this...

Prospice

Fear death?

I felt my life with both my hands

I felt my life with both my hands To see if it was there -- I held my spirit to the Glass, To prove it...

Song

Breeze of the night in gentler sighs More softly murmur o'er the pillow; For Slumber seals my Fanny's eyes, And Peace must never shun her pillow.

Universal

George Gordon, Lord Byron

131 words

Poetry

Mutability

The flower that smiles to-day To-morrow dies; All that we wish to stay Tempts and then flies. What is this world's delight? Lightning that mocks the night, Brief even as bright. Virtue, how frail it is! Friendship how rare! Love,...

"The Lass With The Delicate Air"

Timid and smiling, beautiful and shy, She drops her head at every passer bye. Afraid of praise she hurries down the streets And turns away from every smile she meets.

Love and Death

I WATCHED thee when the foe was at our side, Ready to strike at him--or thee and me. Were safety hopeless--rather than divide Aught with one loved save love and liberty.

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George Gordon, Lord Byron

202 words

Poetry

Holy Sonnet VIII: If Faithful Souls Be Alike Glorified

If faithful souls be alike glorified As angels, then my fathers soul doth see, And adds this even to full felicity, That valiantly I hells wide mouth o'erstride: But if our minds to these souls be descried By circumstances, and...

Song To Celia - II

Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup, And I'll not look for wine.

The Happiest Day

The happiest day--the happiest hour My seared and blighted heart hath known, The highest hope of pride and power, I feel hath flown. Of power!...

An Ode, Written October, 1819, Before the Spaniards Had Recovered Their Liberty

Arise, arise, arise! There is blood on the earth that denies ye bread; Be your wounds like eyes To weep for the dead, the dead, the dead. What other grief were it just to pay?

The Flood

Waves trough, rebound, and furious boil again, Like plunging monsters rising underneath, Who at the top curl up a shaggy mane, A moment catching at a surer breath, Then plunging headlong down and down, and on Each following whirls the...

The Sleep of Spring

O for that sweet, untroubled rest That poets oft have sung!-- The babe upon its mother's breast, The bird upon its young, The heart asleep without a pain-- When shall I know that sleep again?

The Jewish Cemetery at Newport

How strange it seems! These Hebrews in their graves, Close by the street of this fair seaport town, Silent beside the never-silent waves, At rest in all this moving up and down!

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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

393 words

Poetry

In Drear-Nighted December

In drear-nighted December, Too happy, happy tree, Thy branches ne'er remember Their green felicity: The north cannot undo them With a sleety whistle through them;...

Sonnet 90: Then hate me when thou wilt; if ever, now

Then hate me when thou wilt; if ever, now; Now, while the world is bent my deeds to cross, Join with the spite of fortune, make me bow, And do not drop in for an after-loss: Ah!

To Ireland

Bear witness, Erin! when thine injured isle Sees summer on its verdant pastures smile, Its cornfields waving in the winds that sweep The billowy surface of thy circling deep!

Universal

Percy Bysshe Shelley

178 words