A Commonplace Day (Thomas Hardy Poem)
The day is turning ghost, And scuttles from the kalendar in fits and furtively, To join the anonymous host Of ...
The day is turning ghost, And scuttles from the kalendar in fits and furtively, To join the anonymous host Of ...
I feel no small reluctance in venturing to give to the public a work of the character of that indicated ...
[Written and sung in honour of the birthday of the Pastor Ewald at the time of Goethe's happy connection with ...
He didn't understand the lesson we are to take that the ones that we step over are included in the ...
from his body, his rib God making a helper, a champion someone to complete him to get the job done ...
The living room is overgrown with grass. It has come up around the furniture. It stretches through the dining room, ...
Tra-la-la-la-la-la-laire-nil nisi divinum stabile est; caetera fumus-the gondola stopped, the old palace was there, how charming its grey and pink-goats ...
The mighty sound of forests murmuring In answer to the dread command; The stars that shudder when their king extends ...
TO LAYLAH EIGHT-AND-TWENTY Lamp of living loveliness, Maid miraculously male, Rapture of thine own excess Blushing through the velvet veil ...
The mighty sound of forests murmuring In answer to the dread command; The stars that shudder when their king extends ...
TO LAYLAH EIGHT-AND-TWENTY Lamp of living loveliness, Maid miraculously male, Rapture of thine own excess Blushing through the velvet veil ...
To exalt, enthrone, establish and defend, To welcome home mankind's mysterious friend Wine, true begetter of all arts that be; ...
"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 ...
I. Said Abner, ``At last thou art come! Ere I tell, ere thou speak, ``Kiss my cheek, wish me well!'' ...
I. How well I know what I mean to do When the long dark autumn-evenings come: And where, my soul, ...
I A washing hangs upon the line, but it's not mine. None of the things that I can see belong ...
THE SUN had clos'd the winter day, The curless quat their roarin play, And hunger'd maukin taen her way, To ...
THE WINTRY west extends his blast, And hail and rain does blaw; Or the stormy north sends driving forth The ...
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 ...
Ye lovers of the picturesque, if ye wish to drown your grief, Take my advice, and visit the ancient town ...
A kite flutters, On a high tension wire - Against a stark blue sky. Beggar and old mother huddle On ...
That Providence which had so long the care Of Cromwell's head, and numbred ev'ry hair, Now in its self (the ...
Like the vain Curlings of the Watry maze, Which in smooth streams a sinking Weight does raise; So Man, declining ...
A Poem upon the Death of His Late Highness the Lord Protector That Providence which had so long the care ...
Like the vain curlings of the watery maze, Which in smooth streams a sinking weight does raise, So Man, declining ...
No more of talk where God or Angel guest With Man, as with his friend, familiar us'd, To sit indulgent, ...
As one who in his journey bates at noon, Though bent on speed; so here the Arch-Angel paused Betwixt the ...
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