Introspectio (George Arnold Poems)
IHave you sent her all her letters? have you given her back herring?Have you tried to forget the haunting songs ...
IHave you sent her all her letters? have you given her back herring?Have you tried to forget the haunting songs ...
O perfect Light, which shaid away The darkness from the light,And set a ruler o'er the day, Another o'er the ...
Name of my heroine, simply "Rose;"Surname, tolerable only in prose;Habitat, Paris,--that is whereShe resided for change of air;Aetat twenty; complexion ...
The age proceeds along its iron path,All hearts a brim with greed; and every hourOur common dreams grow ever more ...
Oh, a wonderful horse is the Fly-Away Horse -Perhaps you have seen him before;Perhaps, while you slept, his shadow has ...
It is not ornamental, the cost is not great,There are other things far more useful, yet truly I state,Though of ...
The almond tree,-the almond tree-how lovely is its bloom, It flourishes and fades away before the summer noon; Alas! it ...
PALE sorrow's cloud rests on my Muse's bow'r, And mourns the drooping of each vernal flow'r;"Their early fall," she ...
How like the map that marks my varied wayThrough life, these pages seem!A specked piece -- a mix'd displayOf sadness, ...
The grass is spreading out across the plain,Each year, it dies, then flourishes again.It's burnt but not destroyed by prairie ...
Angelic minds, they say, by simple intelligence Behold the Forms of nature. They discern Unerringly the Archtypes, all the verities ...
As the Sun withdrew his rays from the garden, and the moon threw cushioned beams upon the flowers, I sat ...
Oh, a wonderful horse is the Fly-Away Horse - Perhaps you have seen him before; Perhaps, while you slept, his ...
This is a day of happiness, sweet peace, And heavenly sunshine; upon which conven'd In full assembly fair, once more ...
They must to keep their certainty accuse All that are different of a base intent; Pull down established honour; hawk ...
Much like me, you make your way forward, Walking with downturned eyes. Well, I too kept mine lowered. Passer-by, stop ...
While about the shore of Mona those Neronian legionaries Burnt and broke the grove and altar of the Druid and ...
Long lines of cliff breaking have left a chasm; And in the chasm are foam and yellow sands; Beyond, red ...
Scene, on the Cliffs to the Eastward of the Town of Brighthelmstone in Sussex. Time, a Morning in November, 1792. ...
beside me in this garden are huge and daisy-like (why not? are not oxeye daisies a chrysanthemum?), shrubby and thick-stalked, ...
I've been in love for long With what I cannot tell And will contrive a song For the intangible That ...
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