Windsor Forest

VER. 3-6, originally thus:--


               Chaste Goddess of the woods,

Nymphs of the vales, and Naiads of the floods,

Lead me through arching bowers, and glimmering glades.

Unlock your springs, &c.


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Poet:
Winter in Summer
Poet:
Winter is good — his Hoar Delights

Winter is good — his Hoar Delights

Italic flavor yield

To Intellects inebriate

With Summer, or the World —


Generic as a Quarry

And hearty — as a Rose —

Invited with Asperity

But welcome...

Poet:
Winter under cultivation

Winter under cultivation

Is as arable as Spring.

Poet:
Witchcraft by a Picture

I FIX mine eye on thine, and there
⁠Pity my picture burning in thine eye;

My picture drown'd in a transparent tear,
⁠When I look lower I espy;...

Poet:
Witchcraft has not a Pedigree

Witchcraft has not a Pedigree

'Tis early as our Breath

And mourners meet it going out

The moment of our death —

Poet:
Witchcraft was hung, in History,

Witchcraft was hung, in History,

But History and I

Find all the Witchcraft that we need

Around us, every Day —

Poet:
With a Flower

I hide myself within my flower,

That wearing on your breast,

You, unsuspecting, wear me too —

And angels know the rest.


I hide myself within my...

Poet:
With happiness stretchd across the hills

 * * *


With happiness stretchd across the hills

In a cloud that dewy sweetness distills

With a blue sky spread over with wings

And a mild sun that mounts & sings
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Poet:
With Pinions of Disdain

With Pinions of Disdain

The soul can farther fly

Than any feather specified

in Ornithology —

It wafts this sordid Flesh

Beyond its dull — control

And during its electric gale —

The body is a...

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