Category: Poetry
If, Lady, at thy bidding, I have strung As on one thread these few unvalued beads, I cannot ask the world to count them pearls, Or to esteem them better than they are: But thou, I know, wilt prize them, for by thee Solicited, I have beguiled with these The enforcèd leisure of...
And therefore am I seeking to entwine A coronal of poppies for my head, Or wreathe it with a wreath engarlanded By Lethe’s slumberous waters. Oh! that mine Were some dim chamber...
4. Part 4For tho’ not then indifferent to me Nature or art, yea rather tho’ from these I drew whatever lightened for a while The burden of our life and weary load; Yet seldom could I sum...
3. Part 3One star is shining in the crimson eve, And the thin texture of the faint blue sky Above is like a veil intensely drawn; Upon the spirit with a solemn weight The marvel and the...
2. Part 2We parted, each upon our way-- I homeward, where my glad course lay Beside those ruins where I sate On the same morning--desolate,-- With scarcely strength enough to grieve: And...
1. Part 1If, Lady, at thy bidding, I have strung As on one thread these few unvalued beads, I cannot ask the world to count them pearls, Or to esteem them better than they are: But thou,...
6. Part 6Even thus he lived, with little joy or pain, Drawn thro’ the channels by which men receive-- Most men receive the things which for the main Make them rejoice or grieve.