Briefly It Enters, and Briefly Speaks (Jane Kenyon Poem)
I am the blossom pressed in a book, found again after two hundred years. . . . I am the ...
I am the blossom pressed in a book, found again after two hundred years. . . . I am the ...
Tim Turpin he was gravel-blind, And ne'er had seen the skies : For Nature, when his head was made, Forgot ...
The morn arrived; his footstep quickly scared The gentle sleep that round my senses clung, And I, awak'ning, from my ...
[The following explanation is necessary, in order to make this ode in any way intelligible. The Poet is supposed to ...
FOR Socrates a House was built, Of but inferiour Size; Not highly Arch'd, nor Carv'd, nor Gilt; The Man, 'tis ...
Busy old fool, unruly sun, Why dost thou thus, Through windows and through curtains, call on us? Must to thy ...
1. Earth was not: nor globes of attraction The will of the Immortal expanded Or contracted his all flexible senses. ...
Abortions will not let you forget. You remember the children you got that you did not get, The damp small ...
O! for this dark terrestrial ball Forsakes his azure-paved hall A prince of heav'nly birth! Divine Humanity behold, What wonders ...
Though after Death, Thanks lessen into Praise, And Worthies be not crown'd with gold, but bayes; Shall we not thank? ...
Scene, on the Cliffs to the Eastward of the Town of Brighthelmstone in Sussex. Time, a Morning in November, 1792. ...
Yes, my friends!--that happier times have been Than the present, none can contravene; That a race once lived of nobler ...
FROM fairest creatures we desire increase, That thereby beauty's rose might never die, But as the riper should by time ...
From fairest creatures we desire increase, That thereby beauty's rose might never die, But as the riper should by time ...
Sweet love, renew thy force; be it not said Thy edge should blunter be than appetite, Which but to-day by ...
From fairest creatures we desire increase, That thereby beauty's rose might never die, But as the riper should by time ...
Sweet love, renew thy force! Be it not said Thy edge should blunter be than appetite, Which but today by ...
Father of all! In every age, In ev'ry clime ador'd, By saint, by savage, and by sage, Jehovah, Jove, or ...
They are always with us, the thin people Meager of dimension as the gray people On a movie-screen. They Are ...
The Angel ended, and in Adam's ear So charming left his voice, that he a while Thought him still speaking, ...
What time I paced, at pleasant morn, A deep and dewy wood, I heard a mellow hunting-horn Make dim report ...
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