SONNET ON THE SONNET If by dull rhymes our English must be chain'd, And, like Andromeda, the Sonnet sweet Fetter'd, in spite of pained...

THE KRAKEN Below the thunders of the upper deep; Far far beneath the abysmal sea, His ancient, dreamless, uninvaded sleep The Kraken...

SHUT NOT YOUR DOORS Shut not your doors to me proud libraries, For that which was lacking on all your well-fill'd shelves, yet needed...