The Day Of The Daughter Of Hades (George Meredith Poems)
IHe who has looked upon EarthDeeper than flower and fruit,Losing some hue of his mirth,As the tree striking rock at ...
IHe who has looked upon EarthDeeper than flower and fruit,Losing some hue of his mirth,As the tree striking rock at ...
I.IN the beautiful Castleton Island a mansion of lordly style,Embowered in gardens and lawns, looks over the glimmering bay.In the ...
HIM, wounded, shackled, pricked with spears,they dragged and goaded through thetown.Up the soaked hill 'neath dripping boughs, acrosssteep ditches slipping ...
It's likely that you can rememberA corral at the foot of a hillSome mornin' along in DecemberWhen the air was ...
I also loved, and the restless breaths Of sleeplessness, fluttering through darkness, Out of the park would downward drift To ...
They had a tale on which to gloat,The gossips sitting in a row:How Feylimeed took wife by throatAnd broke her ...
In dreams I see the Dromedary still,As once in a gay park I saw him stand:A thousand eyes in vulgar ...
Life in the World is but a big dream;I will not spoil it by any labour or care.So saying, I ...
six...six...why only yesterday it seems that fist shot out that one eye winked...and yet now that this day's arrived it ...
Lancaster bore him--such a little town, Such a great man. It doesn't see him often Of late years, though he ...
I have never been fishing on the Susquehanna or on any river for that matter to be perfectly honest. Not ...
Sang old Tom the lunatic That sleeps under the canopy: 'What change has put my thoughts astray And eyes that ...
R.Frost 100th B'day The air was soft, the ground still cold. In wet dull pastures where I strolled Was something ...
First time I dared propose, A callow lad was I; I donned my Sunday clothes, I wore my Old School ...
He woke; the clank and racket of the train Kept time with angry throbbings in his brain. Then for a ...
He staggered in from night and frost and fog And lampless streets: he'd guzzled like a hog And drunk till ...
I've often wondered why Old chaps who choose to die In evil passes, Before themselves they slay, Invariably they Take ...
Aunt Imogen was coming, and therefore The children-Jane, Sylvester, and Young George- Were eyes and ears; for there was only ...
He dropped, -- more sullenly than wearily, Lay stupid like a cod, heavy like meat, And none of us could ...
I HOLD that when a person dies His soul returns again to earth; Arrayed in some new flesh-disguise Another mother ...
I was but a half-grown boy, You were a girl-child slight. Ah, how weary you were! You had led in ...
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