Category Poets

When the lamp is shatter’d,The light in the dust lies dead—When the cloud is scatter’d,The rainbow’s glory is shed.When the lute is broken,Sweet tones are remember’d not;When the lips have spoken,Loved accents are soon forgot. As music and splendourSurvive not…

I arise from dreams of TheeIn the first sweet sleep of night,When the winds are breathing lowAnd the stars are shining bright:I arise from dreams of thee,And a spirit in my feetHath led me—who knows how?To thy chamber-window, Sweet! The…

Life of Life! Thy lips enkindleWith their love the breath between them;And thy smiles before they dwindleMake the cold air fire; then screen themIn those locks, where whoso gazesFaints, entangled in their mazes. Child of Light! Thy limbs are burningThrough…

I dream’d that, as I wander’d by the wayBare Winter suddenly was changed to Spring,And gentle odours led my steps astray,Mix’d with a sound of waters murmuringAlong a shelving bank of turf, which layUnder a copse, and hardly dared to…

Come, thou awakener of the spirit’s ocean,Zephyr, whom to thy cloud or caveNo thought can trace! speed with thy gentle motion!

Thy dewy looks sink in my breast; Thy gentle words stir poison there;Thou hast disturbed the only rest That was the portion of despair!Subdued to Duty’s hard control, I could have borne my wayward lot:The chains that bind this ruined…

Ariel to Miranda:—TakeThis slave of music, for the sakeOf him who is the slave of thee;And teach it all the harmonyIn which thou canst, and only thou,Make the delighted spirit glow,Till joy denies itself againAnd, too intense, is turned to…

I am drunk with the honey wineOf the moon-unfolded eglantine,Which fairies catch in hyacinth bowls.The bats, the dormice, and the molesSleep in the walls or under the swardOf the desolate castle yard;And when ’tis spilt on the summer earthOr its…

I.When the lamp is shatteredThe light in the dust lies dead—When the cloud is scatteredThe rainbow’s glory is shed.When the lute is broken,Sweet tones are remembered not;When the lips have spoken,Loved accents are soon forgot. II.As music and splendourSurvive not…

When soft winds and sunny skiesWith the green earth harmonize,And the young and dewy dawn,Bold as an unhunted fawn,Up the windless heaven is gone,—Laugh—for ambushed in the day,—Clouds and whirlwinds watch their prey.