The Desolate House (Annette Von Droste-Hulshoff Poems)
Deep in a dell a woodsman's house Has sunk in wild dilapidation; There buried under vines and boughs ...
Deep in a dell a woodsman's house Has sunk in wild dilapidation; There buried under vines and boughs ...
O Sylvia, dost thou remember still That period of thy mortal life, When beauty so bewildering Shone in thy laughing, ...
For meat, drink, cloaths, house, servants, and the rest,Which chiefly are the body's interest,Take this prescription: you may safely useSuch ...
There stood a low and ivied roof,As gazing rustics tell,In times of chivalry and song'Yclept the holy well.Above the ivies' ...
Translated From the Chinese of Chang Chiu Ling (675-740).I am in love with a child dreaming at the window.Not for ...
I The inkstand is full of ink, and the paper lies white and unspotted, in the round of light thrown ...
There is a quiet spirit in these woods, That dwells where'er the gentle south-wind blows; Where, underneath the white-thorn, in ...
(For Shaemas O Sheel) One winter night a Devil came and sat upon my bed, His eyes were full of ...
Imprimis he was "broke." Thereafter left His Regiment and, later, took to drink; Then, having lost the balance of his ...
DAN CUPID, though the god of soft amour, In ev'ry age works miracles a store; Can Catos change to male ...
Well, as you say, we live for small horizons: We move in crowds, we flow and talk together, Seeing so ...
S. Patrick. You who are bent, and bald, and blind, With a heavy heart and a wandering mind, Have known ...
Ah, stay thy treacherous hand, forbear to trace Those faultless forms of elegance and grace! Ah, cease to spread the ...
My Soul. I summon to the winding ancient stair; Set all your mind upon the steep ascent, Upon the broken, ...
It is full summer now, the heart of June; Not yet the sunburnt reapers are astir Upon the upland meadow ...
Swift as a spirit hastening to his task Of glory & of good, the Sun sprang forth Rejoicing in his ...
Whence these twelve peaks of Wu-shan! Have they flown into the gorgeous screen From heaven's one corner? Ah, those lonely ...
Somewhere, suspended in facetless space, the vine is spiralling, shown in the distance, with loosened hair: the farther the eye ...
O'RE the smooth enameld green Where no print of step hath been, Follow me as I sing, And touch the ...
In this Monody the author bewails a learned Friend, unfortunately drowned in his passage from Chester on the Irish Seas, ...
Filaments of light slant like windswept rain. The orange seller hawks into the sky, a man with a hat stops ...
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