Poems

Art O Art, high gift of Heaven! how oft defamed When seeming praised! To most a craft that fits, By dead, prescriptive Rule, the scattered bits […]

Boyhood Ah, then how sweetly closed those crowded days! The minutes parting one by one like rays, That fade upon a summer’s eve. But O, what […]

On A Falling Group In The Last Judgment Of Michael Angelo, In The Cappella Sisti How vast, how dread, o’erwhelming, is the thought Of space interminable! […]

On Rembrandt; Occasioned By His Picture Of Jacob’s Dream As in that twilight, superstitious age When all beyond the narrow grasp of mind Seemed fraught with […]

On Seeing The Picture Of Æolus By Pelligrino Tibaldi, In The Institute At Bolog Full well, Tibaldi, did thy kindred mind The mighty spell of Buonarroti […]

On The Group Of The Three Angels Before The Tent Of Abraham, By Raffaelle, In Th O, now I feel as though another sense, From heaven […]

On The Statue Of An Angel, By Bienaimé, Of Rome, In The possession Of J. S. Cop Oh, who can look on that celestial face, And […]

Sonnet On The Late S. T. Coleridge And thou art gone, most loved, most honoured friend! No, never more thy gentle voice shall blend With air […]

The French Revolution The Earth has had her visitation. Like to this She hath not known, save when the mounting waters Made of her orb one […]

Thought What master-voice shall from the dim profound Of Thought evoke its fearful, mighty Powers?– Those dread enchanters, whose terrific call May never be gainsaid; whose […]