To * * * * * Had I A Man's Fair Form Had I a man's fair form， then might my sighs Be echoed swiftly through that ivory shell， Thine ear， and f...
Written On The Day That Mr Leigh Hunt Left Prison What though， for showing truth to flatter'd state， Kind Hunt was shut in prison， yet has he， In ...
How Many Bards How many bards gild the lapses of time！ A few of them have ever been the food Of my delighted fancy，-I could brood Over their beauties，...
To A Friend Who Sent Me Some Roses As late I rambled in the happy fields， What time the skylark shakes the tremulous dew From his lush clover covert；-...
‘O cruel Death， give three things back，’ Sang a bone upon the shore； ‘A child found all a child can lack， Whether of pleasure or of ...
Beloved， may your sleep be sound That have found it where you fed. What were all the world‘s alarms To mighty Paris when he found Sleep upon a g...
Bolt and bar the shutter， For the foul winds blow： Our minds are at their best this night， And I seem to know That everything outside us is Mad as the...
Come， let me sing into your ear； Those dancing days are gone， All that silk and satin gear； Crouch upon a stone， Wrapping that foul body up In as foul...
‘I am of Ireland， And the Holy Land of Ireland， And time runs on，‘ cried she. ‘Come out of charity， Come dance with me in Ireland.&l...
In A Letter to Haydon "I have enjoyed the most delightful walks these three fine days， beautiful enough to make me content." Here all the su...