And what is love? It is a doll dress’d upFor idleness to cosset, nurse, and dandle;A thing of soft misnomers,…
Browsing: Poems
I wandered lonely as a Cloud That floats on high o’er Vales and Hills,When all at once I saw a crowd, A…
“You are here. Oh, you do not run away.You will answer me to the last cry.Curl round me as though…
As late I rambled in the happy fields, What time the sky-lark shakes the tremulous dew From his…
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…