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Muse of the many-twinkling feet! whose charmsAre now extended up from legs to arms; Terpsichore!—too long misdeem’d a maid— Reproachful term—bestow’d but to upbraid—Henceforth in all the bronze of brightness shine,The least a vestal of the virgin Nine. Far be…
Slow sinks, more lovely ere his race be run,Along Morea’s hills the setting Sun;Not, as in northern climes, obscurely bright,But one unclouded blaze of living light;O’er the hushed deep the yellow beam he throws,Gilds the green wave that trembles as…
Who would not laugh, if Lawrence, hired to graceHis costly canvas with each flattered face,Abused his art, till Nature, with a blush,Saw cits grow Centaurs underneath his brush?Or, should some limner join, for show or sale,A Maid of Honour to…
‘I had rather be a kitten, and cry mew!Than one of these same metre ballad-mongers’ — Shakespeare ‘Such shameless bards we have; and yet ’tis true,There are as mad, abandon’d critics too,’ — Pope. Preface George Gordon Lord Byron.…
‘Tis done and shivering in the galeThe bark unfurls her snowy sail;And whistling o’er the bending mast,Loud sings on high the fresh’ning blast;And I must from this land be gone,Because I cannot love but one. But could I be what…
Fill the goblet again! for I never beforeFelt the glow which now gladdens my heart to its core;Let us drink!–who would not?–since, through life’s varied round,In the goblet alone no deception is found. I have tried in its turn all…
When Man, expell’d from Eden’s bowers, A moment linger’d near the gate,Each scene recall’d the vanish’d hours, And bade him curse his future fate. But, wandering on through distant climes, He learnt to bear his load of grief;Just gave a sigh to other…
Near this Spot are deposited the Remains of one who possessed Beauty without Vanity; Strength without Insolence, Courage without Ferosity, and all the virtues of Man without his Vices. This praise, which would be unmeaning Flattery if inscribed over human…
Well! thou art happy, and I feelThat I should thus be happy too;For still my heart regards thy wealWarmly, as it was wont to do. Thy husband’s blest and ’twill impartSome pangs to view his happier lot:But let them pass…
Start not—nor deem my spirit fled: In me behold the only skullFrom which, unlike a living head, Whatever flows is never dull. I lived, I loved, I quaff’d, like thee: I died: let earth my bones resign;Fill up—thou canst not injure me; The worm…