Category Poets

(excerpt)”Throughout these infinite orbs of mingling light,Of which yon earth is one, is wide diffus’dA Spirit of activity and life,That knows no term, cessation, or decay;That fades not when the lamp of earthly life,Extinguish’d in the dampness of the grave,Awhile…

The sun is warm, the sky is clear, The waves are dancing fast and bright, Blue isles and snowy mountains wear The purple noon’s transparent might, The breath of the moist earth is light, Around its unexpanded buds; Like many…

The fountains mingle with the river And the rivers with the ocean,The winds of heaven mix for ever With a sweet emotion;Nothing in the world is single; All things by a law divineIn one spirit meet and mingle. Why not…

An old, mad, blind, despised, and dying King;Princes, the dregs of their dull race, who flowThrough public scorn,—mud from a muddy spring;Rulers who neither see nor feel nor know,But leechlike to their fainting country clingTill they drop, blind in blood,…

I I weep for Adonais—he is dead! Oh, weep for Adonais! though our tears Thaw not the frost which binds so dear a head! And thou, sad Hour, selected from all years To mourn our loss, rouse thy obscure compeers,…

IO wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn’s being,Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves deadAre driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing, Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red,Pestilence-stricken multitudes: O thou,Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed…

To Mary — — 1. So now my summer task is ended, Mary, And I return to thee, mine own heart’s home; As to his Queen some victor Knight of Faëry, Earning bright spoils for her inchanted dome; Nor thou…

And like a dying lady, lean and pale,Who totters forth, wrapp’d in a gauzy veil,Out of her chamber, led by the insaneAnd feeble wanderings of her fading brain,The moon arose up in the murky East,A white and shapeless mass.

From the forests and highlands We come, we come;From the river-girt islands, Where loud waves are dumb Listening to my sweet pipings.The wind in the reeds and the rushes, The bees on the bells of thyme,The birds on the myrtle…

I met a traveller from an antique land,Who said—“Two vast and trunkless legs of stoneStand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand,Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown,And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,Tell…