Summer: Wednesday Evening (John Bowring Poems)
The day is past, night's gentle power renewsIts holy influence o'er created things;The earth is bathed in evening's gentle dews,And ...
The day is past, night's gentle power renewsIts holy influence o'er created things;The earth is bathed in evening's gentle dews,And ...
Art come, dear youth? two days and nights away!(Who burn with love, grow aged in a day.)As much as apples ...
High amongst the clouds, above the cliffsSparkling in perennial snow,Like lightning, like an arrow,Soars on sibilant wings'Midst the peaks and ...
LONG live our sovereign, George the three,With honest men still compass'd be,His subjects to protect;And when our Prince shall rule ...
Behold, even I, even I am Beatrice.(Div. Com. Purg. xxx.)OF Florence and of BeatriceServant and singer from of old,O'er Dante's ...
The sun hath set; the outworn armies sleep: But, in Arbaces' tent, by summons called For counsel secret on things ...
Pennsylvania, 1948-1949The garden of Nature opens. The grass at the threshold is green. And an almond tree begins to bloom. ...
IS'T joy to me that Jesus lives? That he,Whom mortals buried, burst the riven tomb,And came again to prove that ...
Before the seas and mountains were brought forth, I reigned. I hung the universe in space,I capped earth's ...
Can earthly commerce hush the music of the heart, and shut the doorof memory on a friend?—Miss Whittlesey.Ah, that our ...
O Lady Fortune! 't is to thee I call,Dwelling at Antium, thou hast power to crownThe veriest clod with riches ...
Written near the sea. THEE! lucid arbiter 'twixt day and night,The seaman greets, as on the ocean streamReflected, thy precursive ...
Life! Austere arbiter of each man's fate, By whom he learns that Nature's steadfast laws Are as decrees immutable; O ...
The Waste Land by T. S. Eliot "Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis vidi in ampulla pendere, et ...
I 'Tis done -- but yesterday a King! And arm'd with Kings to strive -- And now thou art a ...
I Her Courtesy With the old kindness, the old distinguished grace, She lies, her lovely piteous head amid dull red ...
It is full summer now, the heart of June; Not yet the sunburnt reapers are astir Upon the upland meadow ...
1 AS I sat alone, by blue Ontario's shore, As I mused of these mighty days, and of peace return'd, ...
Up from the street and the crowds that went, Morning and midnight, to and fro, Still was the room where ...
High on a throne of royal state, which far Outshone the wealth or Ormus and of Ind, Or where the ...
No more of talk where God or Angel guest With Man, as with his friend, familiar us'd, To sit indulgent, ...
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