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1. Hush, hush! tread softly! hush, hush my dear! All the house is asleep, but we know very well That the jealous, the jealous old bald-pate may hear. Tho’ you’ve padded his night-cap — O sweet Isabel! Tho’ your feet…
Standing aloof in giant ignorance, Of thee I hear and of the Cyclades, As one who sits ashore and longs perchance To visit dolphin-coral in deep seas. So thou wast blind;—but then the veil was rent, For Jove uncurtain’d Heaven…
Mother of Hermes! and still youthful Maia! May I sing to thee As thou wast hymned on the shores of Baiae? Or may I woo thee In earlier Sicilian? or thy smiles Seek as they once were sought, in Grecian…
1 Fair Isabel, poor simple Isabel! Lorenzo, a young palmer in Love’s eye! They could not in the self-same mansion dwell Without some stir of heart, some malady; They could not sit at meals but feel how well It soothed…
BOOK I A thing of beauty is a joy for ever: Its loveliness increases; it will never Pass into nothingness; but still will keep A bower quiet for us, and a sleep Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet…
The stretched metre of an antique song.’ Shakspeare’s Sonnets. INSCRIBED WITH EVERY FEELING OF PRIDE AND REGRET AND WITH ‘A BOWED MIND* TO THE MEMORY OF THE MOST ENGLISH OF POETS EXCEPT SHAKSPEARE, THOMAS CHATTERTON PREFACE Knowing within myself the…
Four seasons fill the measure of the year; Four seasons are there in the mind of man. He has his lusty spring, when fancy clear Takes in all beauty with an easy span: He hath his summer, when luxuriously Spring’s…
O that a week could be an age, and we Felt parting and warm meeting every week, Then one poor year a thousand years would be, The flush of welcome ever on the cheek: So could we live long life…
‘ Dark eyes are dearer far Than those that mock the hyacinthine bell.’ By J. H. Reynolds. Blue! ‘Tis the life of heaven,–the domain Of Cynthia,–the wide palace of the sun,– The tent of Hesperus and all his train,– The…
O Thou whose face hath felt the Winter’s wind, Whose eye has seen the snow-clouds hung in mist, And the black elm tops ’mong the freezing stars, To thee the spring will be a harvest-time. O thou, whose only book…