The Penitent (Anne Bronte Poem)
I mourn with thee and yet rejoice That thou shouldst sorrow so; With Angel choirs I join my voice To ...
I mourn with thee and yet rejoice That thou shouldst sorrow so; With Angel choirs I join my voice To ...
I wait for you. The years in silence pass And as the image, one, I wait for you again. The ...
As I was carving images from clouds, And tinting them with soft ethereal dyes Pressed from the pulp of dreams, ...
SHE will not sleep, for fear of dreams, But, rising, quits her restless bed, And walks where some beclouded beams ...
NOT in scorn do I reprove thee, Not in pride thy vows I waive, But, believe, I could not love ...
"Enough of thought, philosopher! Too long hast thou been dreaming Unlightened, in this chamber drear, While summer's sun is beaming! ...
When weary with the long day's care, And earthly change from pain to pain, And lost and ready to despair, ...
Ay! gloriously thou standest there, Beautiful, boundless firmament! That swelling wide o'er earth and air, And round the horizon bent, ...
The groves were God's first temples. Ere man learned To hew the shaft, and lay the architrave, And spread the ...
(A Pharaoh Speaks.) I said, "Why should a pyramid Stand always dully on its base? I'll change it! Let the ...
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THE PUDDING MASTER OF STANLEY BASIN Tree, snow and rock beginnings, the mountain in back of the lake promised us ...
My sister! my sweet sister! if a name Dearer and purer were, it should be thine; Mountains and seas divide ...
Grief is fatiguing. He is out of it, the whole humiliating Human round, out of this & that. He made ...
I. It is a lie---their Priests, their Pope, Their Saints, their ... all they fear or hope Are lies, ...
Never any more, While I live, Need I hope to see his face As before. Once his love grown chill, ...
I TRUTH is within ourselves; it takes no rise From outward things, whate'er you may believe. There is an inmost ...
But do not let us quarrel any more, No, my Lucrezia; bear with me for once: Sit down and all ...
I. So, I shall see her in three days And just one night, but nights are short, Then two long ...
I. My first thought was, he lied in every word, That hoary cripple, with malicious eye Askance to watch the ...
I My love, this is the bitterest, that thou Who art all truth and who dost love me now As ...
MY heart was ance as blithe and free As simmer days were lang; But a bonie, westlin weaver lad Has ...
I dreamed that dead, and meditating, I lay upon a grave, or bed, (at least, some cold and close-built bower). ...
Well,-it was two days after my husband died- Two days! And the earth still raw above him. And I was ...
'Number four-the girl who died on the table- The girl with golden hair-' The purpling body lies on the polished ...
See, as the carver carves a rose, A wing, a toad, a serpent's eye, In cruel granite, to disclose The ...
She ONLY to be twin elements of joy In this extravagance of Being, Love, Were our divided natures shaped in ...
Mysterious death! who in a single hour Life's gold can so refine And by thy art divine Change mortal weakness ...
Orpheus liked the glad personal quality Of the things beneath the sky. Of course, Eurydice was a part Of this. ...
If I forget thee, Jerusalem, Then let my right be forgotten. Let my right be forgotten, and my left remember. ...
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