June 23, 2018
Ah, what can ail thee, wretched wight, Alone and palely loitering; The sedge is withered from the lake, And no birds sing. Ah, what can ail thee, wretched wight, So haggard and so woe-begone? The squirrel’s granary is full, And the harvest’s done. I see a lilly on thy brow, With anguish moist and fever […]
Tags: ballad, death, dream, faery, John Keats, la belle dame sans merci, love, poem, romanticism, the beautiful lady without mercy
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May 14, 2015
The Frost performs its secret ministry, Unhelped by any wind. The owlet’s cry Came loud—and hark, again! loud as before. The inmates of my cottage, all at rest, Have left me to that solitude, which suits Abstruser musings: save that at my side My cradled infant slumbers peacefully. ‘Tis calm indeed! so calm, that it […]
Tags: beauty, childhood, dream, frost at midnight, imagination, life, nature, poem, richard burton, romanticism, Samuel Taylor Coleridge, silence, solitude, time
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March 31, 2015
Behold her, single in the field, Yon solitary Highland Lass! Reaping and singing by herself; Stop here, or gently pass! Alone she cuts and binds the grain, And sings a melancholy strain; O listen! for the Vale profound Is overflowing with the sound. No Nightingale did ever chaunt More welcome notes to weary bands Of […]
Tags: beauty, nature, pain, poem, romanticism, song, the solitary reaper, William Wordsworth
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July 2, 2014
What if you slept And what if In your sleep You dreamed And what if In your dream You went to heaven And there plucked a strange and beautiful flower And what if When you awoke You had that flower in your hand Ah, what then? by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Tags: beauty, dream, heaven, poem, romanticism, Samuel Taylor Coleridge, What if you slept
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June 2, 2014
Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white; Nor waves the cypress in the palace walk; Nor winks the gold fin in the porphyry font: The firefly wakens: waken thou with me. Now droops the milk-white peacock like a ghost, And like a ghost she glimmers on to me. Now lies the Earth all Danaë […]
Tags: Alfred Tennyson, beauty, love, Now Sleeps the Crimson Petal, poem, romanticism, The Princess, tom Hiddleston
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May 17, 2014
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 breathing. Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathing A flowery band to bind us to the earth, […]
Tags: A Thing of Beauty, John Keats, joy, life, poem, romanticism, youth
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April 27, 2014
There is a Flower, the lesser Celandine, That shrinks, like many more, from cold and rain; And the first moment that the sun may shine, Bright as the sun himself, ’tis out again! When hailstones have been falling, swarm on swarm, Or blasts the green field and the trees distressed, Oft have I seen it […]
Tags: beauty, nature, poem, romanticism, sunshine, The Lesser Celandine, William Wordsworth
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March 21, 2014
I wander’d lonely as a cloud That floats on high o’er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the Milky Way, They stretch’d in never-ending […]
Tags: beauty, daffodils, narcisa, nature, poem, ralph fiennes, romanticism, William Wordsworth
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