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  • Bacchanalia or The New Age
    I
    The evening comes, the fields are still.
    121 lines
  • Consolation
    Mist clogs the sunshine.
    Smoky dwarf houses
    90 lines, 2 comments
  • Dover Beach
    The sea is calm to-night.
    The tide is full, the moon lies fair
    39 lines, 21 comments
  • Immortality
    Foil'd by our fellow-men, depress'd, outworn,
    We leave the brutal world to take its way,
    16 lines, 1 comment
  • Isolation: To Marguerite
    We were apart; yet, day by day,
    I bade my heart more constant be.
    42 lines
  • Lines Written in Kensington Gardens
    In this lone, open glade I lie,
    Screen'd by deep boughs on either hand;
    44 lines
  • Morality
    We cannot kindle when we will
    The fire which in the heart resides;
    36 lines, 2 comments
  • Mycerinus
    "Not by the justice that my father spurn'd,
    Not for the thousands whom my father slew,
    127 lines
  • Obermann Once More
    Savez-vous quelque bien qui console du regret d'un
    monde?--OBERMANN.
    350 lines
  • Palladium
    Set where the upper streams of Simois flow
    Was the Palladium, high 'mid rock and wood;
    24 lines, 1 comment
  • Philomela
    Hark! ah, the nightingale--
    The tawny-throated!
    32 lines, 1 comment
  • Requiescat
    Strew on her roses, roses,
    And never a spray of yew!
    16 lines
  • Self-Dependence
    Weary of myself, and sick of asking
    What I am, and what I ought to be,
    38 lines, 3 comments
  • Shakespeare
    Others abide our question. Thou art free.
    We ask and ask--Thou smilest and art still,
    14 lines, 2 comments
  • From the Hymn of Empedocles
    IS it so small a thing
    To have enjoy'd the sun,
    34 lines
  • The Song of Callicles
    THROUGH the black, rushing smoke-bursts,
    Thick breaks the red flame.
    58 lines
  • Apollo Musagetes
    Through the black, rushing smoke-bursts,
    Thick breaks the red flame;
    52 lines, 1 comment
  • Cadmus and Harmonia
    Far, far from here,
    The Adriatic breaks in a warm bay
    34 lines
  • Youth and Calm
    'Tis death! and peace, indeed, is here,
    And ease from shame, and rest from fear.
    25 lines, 3 comments
  • Worldly Place
    Even in a palace, life may be led well!
    So spake the imperial sage, purest of men,
    14 lines
  • The Strayed Reveller
    Faster, faster,
    O Circe, Goddess,
    307 lines
  • Stanzas from the Grande Chartreuse
    Through Alpine meadows soft-suffused
    With rain, where thick the crocus blows,
    210 lines, 2 comments
  • Absence
    IN THIS fair stranger’s eyes of grey
    Thine eyes, my love, I see.
    23 lines
  • Sohrab and Rustum: An Episode
    And the first grey of morning fill'd the east,
    And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream.
    892 lines
  • East London
    'Twas August, and the fierce sun overhead
    Smote on the squalid streets of Bethnal Green,
    14 lines
  • Growing Old
    What is it to grow old?
    Is it to lose the glory of the form,
    35 lines
  • Hayeswater
    A region desolate and wild.
    Black, chafing water: and afloat,
    16 lines
  • The Pagan World
    In his cool hall, with haggard eyes,
    The Roman noble lay;
    44 lines, 1 comment
  • The Voice
    As the kindling glances,
    Queen-like and clear,
    40 lines
  • A Wish
    I ask not that my bed of death
    From bands of greedy heirs be free;
    52 lines, 4 comments
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