bright star, would i were stedfast as thou art Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art — / Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night / And watching, with eternal lids apart, / Like nature’s patient, sl english
la belle dame sans merci: a ballad O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms, / Alone and palely loitering? / The sedge has withered from the lake, / And no birds sing. / O what can ail thee, knight-at-arm english
to autumn Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, / Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun; / Conspiring with him how to load and bless / With fruit the vines that round t english
when i have fears that i may cease to be When I have fears that I may cease to be / Before my pen has gleaned my teeming brain, / Before high-pilèd books, in charactery, / Hold like rich garners the full english