The Windhover - by
To Christ Our Lord
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/ I caught this morning morning’s minion, king-
/ dom of daylight’s dauphin, dapple-dawn-drawn Falcon, in…
19th century poems
Parting - by
My life closed twice before its close;
/ It yet remains to see
/ If Immortality unveil
/ …
The Sick Rose - by
O Rose, thou art sick!
/ The invisible worm
/ That flies in the night,
/ In the howling storm,
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/ Has found out…
Le Bateau Ivre (The Drunken Boat) - by
an extract
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/ Sweeter than the flesh of sour apples to children, the green water penetrated my pinewood hull and washed me…
On First Looking Into Chapman’s Homer - by
Much have I travell’d in the realms of gold,
/ And many goodly states and kingdoms seen;
/ …
The Rime of the Ancient Mariner - by
an extract
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/ Part III
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/ There passed a weary time. Each throat
/ Was parched, and glazed each eye.
/ A weary time! a weary…
From a Railway Carriage - by
Faster than fairies, faster than witches,
/ Bridges and houses, hedges and ditches;
/ And charging along like troops in a battle,
/ All through the…