Athenasia (Oscar Wilde Poems)
To that gaunt House of Art which lacks for naughtOf all the great things men have saved from Time,The withered ...
To that gaunt House of Art which lacks for naughtOf all the great things men have saved from Time,The withered ...
Oh, give me some heart of a kindred spirit That smiles when I smile, or that weeps when I weep, Whose solace ...
Can we add to his glory whose praise is ours?Can we rate him anew in the lists of fame?Shall our ...
1860WHAT makes the Healing Art divine?The bitter drug we buy and sell,The brands that scorch, the blades that shine,The scars ...
The hand of Fate cannot be stayed, The course of Fate cannot be steered, By all the gods that man has made, Nor ...
Oh! thou most fatal of Pandora's train,Consumption! silent cheater of the eye;Thou comest not robed in agonizing pain,Nor mark'st thy ...
WHAT is the daily bread,Father, we ask of Thee, -We, who must still be fedOut of Thy bounty free?Not at ...
By cool Siloam's shady fountainHow sweet the lily grows!How sweet the breath on yonder mountain,Of Sharon's dewy rose!Lo! such the ...
No not to-night, dear child; I cannot go; I'm busy, tired; they knew I should not come; you do not ...
By foreign hands thy dying eyes were closed; By foreign hands thy decent limbs composed; By foreign hands thy humble ...
HE left his home with a bounding heart, For the world was all before him; And he felt it ...
Go! cotton lords and corn lords, go! Go! Ye live on loom and acre,But let be seen-some law between ...
ENDYMION. A Poetic Romance. "THE STRETCHED METRE OF AN AN ANTIQUE SONG." INSCRIBED TO THE MEMORY OF THOMAS CHATTERTON. Book ...
Pale beech and pine-tree blue, Set in one clay, Bough to bough cannot you Bide out your day? When the ...
'The mist is resting on the hill; The smoke is hanging in the air; The very clouds are standing still: ...
Call me away; there's nothing here, That wins my soul to stay; Then let me leave this prospect drear, And ...
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
I My hair is gray, but not with years, Nor grew it white In a single night, As men's have ...
To that gaunt House of Art which lacks for naught Of all the great things men have saved from Time, ...
Yet one Song more! one high and solemn strain Ere PAEAN! on thy temple's ruined wall I hang the silent ...
1 Ye heavenly spirits, whose ashy cinders lie Under deep ruins, with huge walls opprest, But not your praise, the ...
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