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English poet
(1795 - 1821)
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The moon put forth a little diamond peak
  No bigger than an unobserved star,
    Or tiny point of fairy cimetar.
      - Endymion (bk. IV, l. 499) [Moon]

Young playmates of the rose and daffodil,
  Be careful ere ye enter in, to fill
    Your baskets high
      With fennel green, and balm, and golden pines
        Savory latter-mint, and columbines.
      - Endymion (bk. IV, l. 575) [Flowers]

Its sides I'll plant with dew-sweet eglantine.
      - Endymion (bk. IV, l. 700)
        [Sweetbrier Roses]

Each Bond-street buck conceits, unhappy elf;
  He shows his clothes! alas! he shows himself.
    O that they knew, these overdrest self-lovers,
      What hides the body oft the mind discovers.
      - Epigrams--Clothes [Apparel]

. . . the rose
  Blendeth its odor with the violet,--
    Solution sweet.
      - Eve of St. Agnes (st. 36) [Flowers]

Dry your eyes--O dry your eyes,
  For I was taught in Paradise
    To ease my breast of melodies.
      - Fairy Song [Paradise]

So, when dark thoughts my boding spirit shroud,
  Sweet Hope! celestial influence round me shed
    Waving thy silver pinions o'er my head.
      - Hope (st. 8) [Hope]

To that large utterance of the early gods!
      - Hyperion (bk. I) [Gods]

How beautiful, if sorrow had not made
  Sorrow more beautiful than Beauty's self.
      - Hyperion (bk. I, l. 36) [Sorrow]

No stir of air was there,
  Not so much life as on a summer's day
    Robs not one light seed from the feather'd grass,
      But where the dead leaf fell, there did it rest.
      - Hyperion (bk. I, l. 7) [Nature]

Those green-robed senators of mighty woods,
  Tall oaks, branch-charmed by the earnest stars,
    Dream, and so dream all night without a stir.
      - Hyperion (bk. I, l. 73) [Oak]

Thy thunder, conscious of the new command,
  Rumbles reluctant o'er our fallen house.
      - Hyperion (l. 60) [Thunder]

A filbert-hedge with wild-briar overtwined,
  And clumps of woodbine taking the soft wind
    Upon their summer thrones.
      - I Stood Tiptoe Upon a Little Hill

A tuft of evening primroses,
  O'er which the mind may hover till it dozes;
    O'er which it well might take a pleasant sleep,
      But that 'tis ever startled by the leap
        Of buds into ripe flowers.
      - I Stood Tiptoe Upon a Little Hill

And shade the violets,
  That they may bind the moss in leafy nets.
      - I Stood Tiptoe Upon a Little Hill

Here are sweet peas, on tiptoe for a flight;
  With wings of gentle flush o'er delicate white,
    And taper fingers catching at all things,
      To bind them all about with tiny rings.
      - I Stood Tiptoe Upon a Little Hill
        [Peas, Sweet]

Open afresh your round of starry folds,
  Ye ardent marigolds!
    Dry up the moisture from your golden lips.
      - I Stood Tiptoe Upon a Little Hill

And O and O,
  The daisies blow,
    And the primroses are waken'd;
      And the violets white
        Sit in silver plight,
          And the green bud's as long as the spike end.
      - In a Letter to Haydon [Flowers]

He knew whose gentle hand was at the latch,
  Before the door had given her to his eyes.
      - Isabella (st. 3) [Wives]

Oh, what can all thee knight at arms
  Alone and palely loitering?
      - La belle dame sane merci
        [Books (First Lines)]

I met a lady in the meads
  Full beautiful--a faery's child,
    Her hair was long, her foot was light,
      And her eyes were wild.
      - La Belle Dame sans Merci [Women]

Love in a hut, with water and a crust,
  Is--Love, forgive us!--cinders, ashes, dust.
      - Lamia (pt. II) [Love]

There was an awful rainbow once in heaven;
  We know her woof, her texture; she is given
    In the dull catalogue of common things.
      Philosophy will clip an Angel's wings.
      - Lamia (pt. II, l. 231) [Rainbows]

I have met with women whom I really think would like to be married to a Poem, and to be given away by a Novel.
      - Letter to Fanny Brawne (letter II)

I long to believe in immortality. . . . If I am destined to be happy with you here--how short is the longest life. I wish to believe in immortality--I wish to live with you forever.
      - Letter to Fanny Brawne (XXXVI)

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