As late I rambled in the happy fields, What time the sky-lark shakes the tremulous dew From his…
Browsing: Poems
For Fanny Brawne The day is gone, and all its sweets are gone! Sweet voice, sweet lips, soft hand, and…
To Fanny. I cry your mercy—pity—love!—ay, love! Merciful love that tantalises not One-thoughted, never-wandering, guileless love, Unmask’d, and…
I stood in Venice, on the Bridge of Sighs, A palace and a prison on each hand: …
I. She walks in beauty, like the nightOf cloudless climes and starry skies;And all that’s best of dark and brightMeet…
“I want you to knowone thing. You know how this is:if I lookat the crystal moon, at the red branchof…
I dwell in Possibility– A fairer House than Prose– More numerous of Windows– Superior– for Doors– Of Chambers as the…
So, we’ll go no more a roving So late into the night, Though the heart be still as loving,…
“Hope” is the thing with feathers – That perches in the soul – And sings the tune without the words…
Four Seasons fill the measure of the year; There are four seasons in the mind of man: He has his…