When slow Disease, with all her host of pains (Hours of Idieness [Childish Recollections]), 26 When the last sunshine of expiring Day (Monody When the vain triumph of the imperial lord When Thurlow this damned nonsense sent (Jeux When Time, or soon or late, shall bring (Poems, When, to their airy hall, my Father's voice When we two parted (Poems 1814-1816), 421 Where are those honours, Ida, once your own White as a white sail on a dusky sea (Island, Who hath not glowed above the page where Fame Who killed John Keats? (Jeux d'Esprit, etc.), Why, Pigot, complain (Hours of Ideness), 17 With Death doomed to grapple (Jeux Esprit, Without a stone to mark the spot (Poems 1809- Woman! experience might have told me (Hesri Would you go to the house by the true gate Ye cupids, droop each little head (Hours of Ye scenes of my childhood, whose lov'd recol Yes! wisdom shines in all his mien (Jeux d'Espril. You call me still your Life. -Oh! change the You have asked for a verse: the request You say you love, and yet your eye (Hours of Young Oak! when I planted thee deep in the Your pardon, my friend (Hours of Idleness), 20 |