All round the room my silent servants wait, My friends in every season, bright and dim.
Barry Cornwall
Death is the tyrant of the imagination.
Barry Cornwall
Even Echo speaks not on these radiant moors.
Barry Cornwall
Half the ills we heard within our hearts are ills because we hoard them.
Barry Cornwall
I never was on the dull, tame shore, But I loved the great sea more and more.
Barry Cornwall
O human beauty, what a dream art thou, that we should cast our life and hopes away on thee!
Barry Cornwall
Oh, the summer night, Has a smile of light, And she sits on a sapphire throne.
Barry Cornwall
Pity speaks to grief More sweetly than a band of instruments.
Barry Cornwall
So mightiest powers buy deepest calms are fed, And sleep, how oft, in things that gentlest be!
Barry Cornwall
The sweetest noise on earth, a woman's tongue; A string which hath no discord.
Barry Cornwall
There's not a wind but whispers of thy name; And not a flow'r that grows beneath the moon, But in its hues and fragrance tells a tale Of thee, my love.
Barry Cornwall
Touch us gently, Time! Let us glide adown thy stream, Gently, - as we sometimes glide Through a quiet dream!
Barry Cornwall
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Alexander Pope, William Blake, John Keats, Alfred Lord Tennyson, Elizabeth Barrett Browning, William Wordsworth, W. H. Auden, John Milton, John Gay
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