I Greet In Song That Sweetest One (Kaiser Heinrich Poems)
I GREET in song that sweetest oneWhom I can ne'er forget;Though many a day is past and goneSince face to ...
I GREET in song that sweetest oneWhom I can ne'er forget;Though many a day is past and goneSince face to ...
A YOUNG fig-tree its form lifts highWithin a beauteous garden;And see, a goat is sitting by.As if he were its ...
HENCEFORTH, please God, forever I foregoThe yoke of men's opinions. I will beLight-hearted as a bird, and live with God.I ...
_P_. Farewell to Europe, and at once farewellTo all the follies which in Europe dwell;To Eastern India now, a richer ...
A Humorous Reading A strappin', sonsie, weel-matched pairWere Jock Macree an' Maggie Blair,An' mony wusses, said an' thinkit,They had that ...
To Henry St. John, Lord Bolingbroke Awake, my St. John! leave all meaner things To low ambition, and ...
ONE morn, when Twilight, matron grey,Hung fondly yet o'er infant Day,Sudden, with tempered radiance bright,Throughout the Hall a rosy lightBeams ...
There was a slave, who, born to days unbless'd,Drew from his parent blood the hard decreeOf ceaseless and unwilling servitude.His ...
DER SCHWACKENHAMMER coom to down, Pefore de Fall vas past, Und by der Breitmann drawed he in Ash dreimals honored ...
"Silent he stalk'd, and ever and anon He shudder'd, and turn'd back, saying, ""Who follows?"" Horror had blanch'd his check; ...
For unknown ages, mid his wild abode,Speechless *nd rude the human savage trode;By slow degrees expressive sounds acquired,And simple thoughts ...
O weak and weary world Forever struggling on, When will thy toils in comfort be impearled, When ...
Love, maiden Love, cries not within the gates Where sit the watchers, watching hour by hour;Love hideth by the wayside ...
Ah, Posthumus! our years hence fly And leave no sound: nor piety, Or prayers, or vow Can keep the wrinkle ...
A YOUNG fig-tree its form lifts high Within a beauteous garden; And see, a goat is sitting by. As if ...
Show me, dear Christ, thy Spouse, so bright and clear. What! is it She, which on the other shore Goes ...
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
The brave Geraint, a knight of Arthur's court, A tributary prince of Devon, one Of that great Order of the ...
Morn in the wake of the morning star Came furrowing all the orient into gold. We rose, and each by ...
To Henry St. John, Lord Bolingbroke Awake, my St. John! leave all meaner things To low ambition, and the pride ...
The First Epistle Awake, my ST. JOHN!(1) leave all meaner things To low ambition, and the pride of Kings. Let ...
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