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I had a dove and the sweet dove died; And I have thought it died of grieving. O, what could it grieve for? Its feet were tied, With a silken thread of my own hand’s weaving; Sweet little red feet!…
Bards of passion and of mirth, Ye have left your souls on earth! Have ye souls in heaven too, Double-lived in regions new? Yes, and those of heaven commune With the spheres of sun and moon; With the noise of…
Ever let the Fancy roam, Pleasure never is at home: At a touch sweet Pleasure melteth, Like to bubbles when rain pelteth; Then let winged Fancy wander Through the thought still spread beyond her: Open wide the mind’s cage-door, She’ll…
Time’s sea hath been five years at its slow ebb; Long hours have to and fro let creep the sand,, Since I was tangled in thy beauty’s web, And snared by the ungloving of thy hand: And yet I never…
Nature withheld Cassandra in the skies, For meet adornment a full thousand years; She took their cream of beauty, fairest dyes, And shap’d and tinted her above all peers Meanwhile love kept her dearly with his wings, And underneath their…
Read me a lesson, Muse, and speak it loud Upon the top of Nevis, blind in mist! I look into the chasms, and a shroud Vapourous doth hide them, — just so much I wist Mankind do know of hell;…
NOT Aladdin magian Ever such a work began; Not the wizard of the Dee Ever such a dream could see; Not Saint John, in Patmos’ isle, In the passion of his toil, When he saw the churches seven, Golden aisled, built…
This mortal body of a thousand days Now fills, O Burns, a space in thine own room, Where thou didst dream alone on budded bays, Happy and thoughtless of thy day of doom! My pulse is warm with thine old…
Hearken, thou craggy ocean pyramid! Give answer by thy voice, the sea-fowls’ screams! When were thy shoulders mantled in huge streams? When, from the sun, was thy broad forehead hid? How long is’t since the mighty Power bid Thee heave…
The town, the churchyard, and the setting sun, The clouds, the trees, the rounded hills all seem, Though beautiful, cold- strange- as in a dream I dreamed long ago, now new begun. The short-liv’d, paly summer is but won From…