A damsel with a dulcimer In a vision once I saw: It was an Abyssinian maid And on her dulcimer she played,--From Kubla Khan by Samuel Taylor ColeridgeWeave a circle round me thrice and close your eye...
Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more,Men were deceivers ever;One foot in sea, and one on shore,To one thing constant never.Then sigh not so,But let them go,And be you blith and bonny,Converting all your sounds of woeInto Hey nonny, nonny.--ShakespeareT...
But from the trance she sudden broke- The trance, or death into promoted life;At her feet a shivered yoke,And in her aspect turned to heaven No trace of passion or of strife-A clear calm look.--From "America" by Herman MelvilleAnother antho...
He rose at dawn and, fired with hope,Shot o'er the seething harbour-bar,And reach'd the ship and caught the rope,And whistled to the morning star.And while he whistled long and loudHe heard a fierce mermaiden cry,"O boy, tho' thou are young and proud...
In these rapid, restless shadows,Once I walked at eventide,When a gentle, silent maiden,Walked in beauty at my side.She alone there walked beside meAll in beauty, like a bride.--From "The Village Street" by Edgar Allan PoeIn contrast to Poe's romanti...
Gaily bedight, A gallant knight, In sunshine and in shadow, Had journeyed long, ...
Ah, what can ail thee, wretched wight, Alone and palely loitering?The sedge is withered from the lake, And no birds sing....I saw their starved lips in the gloam, With horrid warning gaped wide,And I...
They never fail who die In a great cause. The block may soak their gore; Their heads may sodden in the sun; their limbs Be strung to city gates and castle walls; But still their spirit walks abroad. &n...
A Whirl-Blast from behind the hillRushed o'er the wood with startling sound;Then—all at once the air was still,And showers of hailstones pattered round.--From "A Whirl-Blast From Behind the Hill" - William WordsworthThe whirl-blast that took me from...
ONCE more the storm is howling, and half hidUnder this cradle-hood and coverlidMy child sleeps on. There is no obstacleBut Gregory's wood and one bare hillWhereby the haystack- and roof-levelling wind.Bred on the Atlantic, can be stayed;And for...