LEEP, sleep, beauty bright,
Dreaming in the joys of night;
Sleep, sleep; in thy sleep
Little sorrows sit and weep.
Sweet babe, in thy face
Soft desires I can trace,
Secret joys and secret smiles,
Little pretty infant wiles.
As thy softest limbs I feel,
Smiles as of the morning steal
O'er thy cheek, and o'er thy breast
Where thy little heart doth rest.
O the cunning wiles that creep
In thy little heart asleep!
When thy little heart doth wake,
Then the dreadful night shall break.
Well the poem is talking about a Little child sleeping in the cradle and how pretty it is when it sleep but when the child wake up thing wont be as peaceful . And while its sleeping you can see that its dreaming Because it smiling and laughing.I think he was thinking about the nature of infants and how they sleep.I think most people who like children can relate to this or people who are mothers.Being able to relate to people was important and he did that well.
William Wordsworth:SPEAK!
WHY art thou silent! Is thy love a plant
Of such weak fibre that the treacherous air
Of absence withers what was once so fair?
Is there no debt to pay, no boon to grant?
Yet have my thoughts for thee been vigilant--
Bound to thy service with unceasing care,
The mind's least generous wish a mendicant
For naught but what thy happiness could spare.
Speak -- though this soft warm heart, once free to hold
A thousand tender pleasures, thine and mine,
Be left more desolate, more dreary cold
Than a forsaken bird's-nest fill'd with snow
'Mid its own bush of leafless eglantine--
Speak, that my torturing doubts their end may know.
Well i think this poem was saying that don't be afraid to speak out on love.That if your are in love with somebody don't be afraid to tell them and talk about your feelings like most people are.Being shy is not always a good way to go. That when you don't always tell how you feel people could think that you don't care because you never said anything.You could leave people wondering and they feeling could end up drying up.
George Gordon:TO TIME
Time! on whose arbitrary wing The varying hours must flag or fly,Whose tardy winter, fleeting spring,But drag or drive us on to die---Hail thou! who on my birth bestowed Those boons to all that know thee known;Yet better I sustain thy load,For now I bear the weight alone.I would not one fond heart should share The bitter moments thou hast given;And pardon thee---since thou could st spare All that I loved, to peace or Heaven.To them be joy or rest---on me Thy future ills shall press in vain;I nothing owe but years to thee,A debt already paid in pain.Yet even that pain was some relief;It felt, but still forgot thy power: The active agony of grief Retards, but never counts the hour.In joy I've sighed to think thy flight Would soon subside from swift to slow;Thy cloud could overcast the light,But could not add a night to Woe;For then, however drear and dark,My soul was suited to thy sky;One star alone shot forth a spark To prove thee---not Eternity.That beam hath sunk---and now thou art blank---a thing to count and curse Through each dull tedious trifling part,Which all regret, yet all rehearse.One scene even thou canst not deform---The limit of thy sloth or speed When future wanderers bear the storm Which we shall
sleep too sound to heed.And I can smile to think how weak Thine efforts shortly shall be shown,When all the vengeance thou canst wreak Must fall upon---a nameless stone.
This is saying to me that time is something that we live for everyday but we don't know it and how people who are not that conscious don't count time like that.Like people with medical problem or mental problems just go on.That they don't pay as much attentions to it like consions people do.And that time is praisd to much.It relate to nature in a way because time has been here forever and it something that we naturly think about.
Percy Bysshe Shelley: The moon
AND, like a dying lady lean and pale,
Who totters forth, wrapp'd in a gauzy veil,
Out of her chamber, led by the insane
And feeble wanderings of her fading brain,
The moon arose up in the murky east
A white and shapeless mass.
II.
Art thou pale for weariness
Of climbing heaven and gazing on the earth,
Wandering companionless
Among the stars that have a different birth,
And ever changing, like a joyless eye
That finds no object worth its constancy?
The poem is talking about the moon how it look and comparing it to it envoriment and where it rise from.Like the stars and how its born somewhere else.A how the moon is compared to others and how it don't go around how other things go around it.I also intrepide it as being alone.
John Keats :Brigth star
Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art-- Not in lone splendour hung aloft the nightAnd watching, with eternal lids apart,Like nature's patient, sleepless Eremite,The moving waters at their priestlike taskOf pure ablution round earth's human shores,Or gazing on the new soft-fallen maskOf snow upon the mountains and the moors--No--yet still stedfast, still unchangeable,Pillow'd upon my fair love's ripening breast,To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,And so live ever--or else swoon to death.
This to me is talkin bout how the star is apart of nature and how they just are like sleepless.I have notice that you always see a stars a nigth and how they dont ever die out.They live forever.And are sposed to be good luck when you wish upon them.
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