*This City now doth, like a garment, wear
The beauty of the
morning; silent, bare,
Ships, towers, domes,
theatres, and temples lie
Open unto the fields, and
to the sky;
*And here we are as on a darkling plain
Swept with confused
alarms of struggle and flight,
Where ignorant
armies clash by night.
*And moving through a mirror clear
That hangs before
her all the year,
Shadows of the world
appear.
*Darkling I listen; and, for many a time
I have been half in love
with easeful Death,
Call'd him soft names in
many a mused rhyme,
To take into the air my
quiet breath;
Now more than ever seems
it rich to die,
*I would ne'er have striven
As thus with thee in
prayer in my sore need.
Oh, lift me as a wave, a
leaf, a cloud!
I fall upon the thorns of
life! I bleed!
*Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird!
No hungry generations
tread thee down;
The voice I hear this
passing night was heard
In ancient days by
emperor and clown:
*Smokes in the sun-thaw; whether the eave-drops fall
Heard only in the trances
of the blast,
Or if the secret ministry
of frost
Shall hang them up in
silent icicles,
Quietly shining to the
quiet Moon.
*Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no
sadness of farewell,
When I embark;
*Methinks, it should have been impossible
Not to love all things in
a world so filled;
Where the breeze warbles,
and the mute still air
Is Music slumbering on
her instrument.
*Its subject mountains their unearthly forms
Pile around it, ice and rock;
broad vales between
Of frozen floods,
unfathomable deeps,
Blue as the overhanging
heaven,
*Crab-apples, dewberries,
Pine-apples,
blackberries,
Apricots,
strawberries; --
All ripe together
In summer weather,
--
*The blue deep thou wingest,
And singing still dost
soar, and soaring ever singest.
*Bird thou never wert,
That from Heaven, or near
it,
Pourest thy full heart
In profuse strains of
unpremeditated art.
*The Sea of Faith
Was once, too, at
the full, and round earth’s shore
Lay like the folds
of a bright girdle furled.
*Forlorn! the very
word is like a bell
To toll me back from
thee to my sole self!
*--every canvas means
The same one
meaning, neither more nor less.
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Composed upon Westminster Bridge- Wordsworth
Dover Beach- Matthew Arnold
The Lady of Shalott- Tennyson
Ode to a Nightingale- Keats
Ode to the West Wind- Shelley
Ode to a Nightingale- Keats
Frost at Midnight- Coleridge
Crossing the Bar- Tennyson
The Eolian Harp- Coleridge
Mont Blanc- Shelley
Goblin Market- Rosetti
To a Skylark- Shelley
To a Skylark- Shelley
Dover Beach- Matthew Arnold
Ode to a Nightingale- Keats
In an Artist’s Studio- Rosetti
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