Occupation: Poet Birth: August 4, 1792 Death: July 8, 1822
O weep for Adonis - He is dead." "Peace. He is not dead he doth not sleep - he hath wakened from the dream of life.
Know what it is to be a child? It is to be something very different from the man of today. It is to have a spirit yet streaming from the waters of Ba….
If all the thought which had been expended on the construction of engines of agony and death - the modes of aggression and defence, the raising of ar….
I have drunken deep of joy..
Away, away, from men and towns, To the wild wood and the downs, - To the silent wilderness, Where the soul need not repress Its music..
Kiss me, so long but as a kiss may last!.
I am the daughter of Earth and Water, And the nursling of the Sky; I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores; I change, but I cannot die. For ….
Let me set my mournful ditty To a merry measure; Thou wilt never come for pity, Thou wilt come for pleasure; Pity then will cut away Those cruel wing….
Human vanity is so constituted that it stiffens before difficulties. The more an object conceals itself from our eyes, the greater the effort we make….
Forget the dead, the past? O yet there are ghosts that may take revenge for it, memories that make the heart a tomb, regrets which gild thro’ the spi….
I think that the leaf of a tree, the meanest insect on which we trample, are in themselves arguments more conclusive than any which can be adduced th….
The cloud shadows of midnight possess their own repose..
No more let life divide what death can join together..
I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under; And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder..
I Fall upon the thorns of life..
Songs consecrate to truth and liberty..
Cold hopes swarm like worms within our living clay..
Through the sunset of hope, Like the shapes of a dream, What paradise islands of glory gleam!.
Deep truth is imageless..
Man, who wert once a despot and a slave, A dupe and a deceiver! a decay, A traveller from the cradle to the grave Through the dim night of this immor….
The jealous keys of truth's eternal doors..