Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun; Conspiring with him how to load and bless With…
Much have I travell’d in the realms of gold, And many goodly states and kingdoms seen; Round many western islands…
A thing of beauty is a joy for ever: Its loveliness increases; it will never Pass into nothingness; but still…
Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art— Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night And watching, with…
It keeps eternal whisperings around Desolate shores, and with its mighty swell Gluts twice ten thousand caverns, till the spell…
Thou still unravished bride of quietness, Thou foster child of silence and slow time, Sylvan historian, who canst thus express…