My Last Dance (Julia Ward Howe Poem)
The shell of objects inwardly consumed Will stand, till some convulsive wind awakes; Such sense hath Fire to waste the ...
The shell of objects inwardly consumed Will stand, till some convulsive wind awakes; Such sense hath Fire to waste the ...
I need not go Through sleet and snow To where I know She waits for me; She will wait me ...
THE tale of the Count our glad song shall record Who had in this castle his dwelling, Where now ye ...
God's love for his children revealed in correction though he ever loves them needing to chide them to bind them ...
I wonder how they prepared those who John would chastise those whom he would chide calling them vipers in the ...
We so often forget where we have been So easily see that speck, so blind to the log, to plank ...
Though care and strife Elsewhere be rife, Upon my word I do not heed 'em; In bed I lie With ...
In spite of all the learn'd have said; I still my old opinion keep, The posture, that we give the ...
Seek not the Spirit, if it hide, Inexorable to thy zeal: Baby, do not whine and chide; Art thou not ...
Think me not unkind and rude, That I walk alone in grove and glen; I go to the god of ...
In your mother's apple-orchard, Just a year ago, last spring: Do you remember, Yvonne! The dear trees lavishing Rain of ...
When the pods went pop on the broom, green broom, And apples began to be golden-skinn'd, We harbour'd a stag ...
Oh, let me not serve so, as those men serve Whom honour's smokes at once fatten and starve; Poorly enrich't ...
For God's sake hold your tongue, and let me love, Or chide my palsy, or my gout, My five grey ...
Busy old fool, unruly sun, Why dost thou thus, Through windows and through curtains, call on us? Must to thy ...
I LOVE it, I love it ; and who shall dare To chide me for loving that old Arm-chair ? ...
Would but indulgent Fortune send To me a kind, and faithful Friend, One who to Virtue's Laws is true, And ...
THE PROLOGUE. The Sompnour in his stirrups high he stood, Upon this Friar his hearte was so wood,* *furious That ...
Silent is the house: all are laid asleep: One alone looks out o'er the snow-wreaths deep, Watching every cloud, dreading ...
Come hither, child--who gifted thee With power to touch that string so well? How darest thou rouse up thoughts in ...
Worthy art Thou, O Lord, of praise, But ah! It's not in me. My sinking heart I pray Thee raise ...
In silent night when rest I took For sorrow near I did not look I waked was with thund'ring noise ...
In silent night when rest I took, For sorrow near I did not look, I waken'd was with thund'ring noise ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
1842 I As I ride, as I ride, With a full heart for my guide, So its tide rocks my ...
I My love, this is the bitterest, that thou Who art all truth and who dost love me now As ...
1 Faster, faster, 2 O Circe, Goddess, 3 Let the wild, thronging train 4 The bright procession 5 Of eddying ...
Glion?--Ah, twenty years, it cuts All meaning from a name! White houses prank where once were huts. Glion, but not ...
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