'Tis " the witching time of night",  Orbed is the moon and bright,  And the stars they glisten, glisten,  Seeming w...

O what can ail thee, knight at arms, Alone and palely loitering? The sedge has wither'd from the lake, And no birds sing. ...

Dear John,  at last, I went to see your house and you know, I lef...

"Physician Nature! let my spirit blood!  O ease my heart of verse and let me rest;  Throw me upon thy tripod, till the flood  ...

I cry your mercy—pity—love!—aye, love!    Merciful love that tantalizes not, One-thoughted, never-wandering, guileless love,    Un...

"...Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they?          Think not of them, thou hast thy music too,—      While barred ...

Dolcissima Fanny, temi a volte che io non ti ami quanto vorresti? Mia cara fanciulla, ti amo sempre, sempre e senza riserve. Più ti conosco ...

” I almost wish we were butterflies and liv’d but three summer days — three such days with you I could fill with more delight than fifty...

Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art-- Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night And watching, with eternal lids apart, Lik...