"The stock-dove shall hatch her soft brace and shall coo,While I kiss to the melody, aching all through!”
Ben Whishaw John Keats
"Who loves to linger with that brightest oneOf Heaven — Hesperus — let him lowly speakThese numbers to the night and starlight meek”
"Yet do I sometimes feel a languishmentFor skies Italian, and an inward groanTo sit upon an Alp as on a throne”
"He has his Winter too of pale misfeature,Or else he would forego his mortal nature.”
"The bells had ceas’d, the prayers begun"
"Minion of grandeur! think you he did wait?"
"He star’d at the Pacific—and all his menLook’d at each other with a wild surmise—”
"The feelings which these lips can ne’er express;Feelings, deep fix’d in grateful memory’s store.”
"Pink robes, and wavy hair, and diamond jar,And half-discovered wings, and glances keen.”
"Then to my human heart I turn at once:Heart, thou and I are here, sad and alone”