The Reverie of Poor Susan AT the corner of Wood Street, when daylight appears, Hangs a Thrush that sings loud, it has sung for three years: Poor Susan has pass’d by the spot, and has heard In the sil...
She was a Phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight A lovely Apparition sent To be a moment's ornament.
Suffering is permanent, obscure and dark,And has the nature of infinity.
My heart leaps up when I behold a rainbow in the sky.
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What though the radiance which was once so brightBe now for ever taken from my sight,Though nothing can bring back the hourOf splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower;We will grieve not, rather...
Every great and original writer in proportion as he is great and original must himself create the taste by which he is to be relished.
Lines Written In Early SpringI heard a thousand blended notes,While in a grove I sate reclined,In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughtsBring sad thoughts to the mind.To her fair works did Nature link...
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