To One who has been Long in City Pent. Airline Tickets |
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Home Ode on Melancholy Ode to a Nightingale Ode to Psyche On First Looking into Chapman's Homer On Sitting Down to Read King Lear Once Again To A Friend To Autumn To Homer To One who has been Long in City Pent When I have Fears that I may Cease to Be |
To one who has been long in city pent, 'Tis very sweet to look into the fair And open face of heaven,--to breathe a prayer Full in the smile of the blue firmament. Who is more happy, when, with heart's content, Fatigued he sinks into some pleasant lair Of wavy grass, and reads a debonair And gentle tale of love and languishment? Returning home at evening, with an ear Catching the notes of Philomel,--an eye Watching the sailing cloudlet's bright career, He mourns that day so soon has glided by: E'en like the passage of an angel's tear That falls through the clear ether silently. |