The Maid-Martyr (Jean Ingelow Poems)
Only you'd have me speak. Whether to speakOr whether to be silent is all one;Whether to sleep and in my dreaming ...
Only you'd have me speak. Whether to speakOr whether to be silent is all one;Whether to sleep and in my dreaming ...
_Interlocutors_:LAODOMIA. GIULIA.LAO. Some other time, oh my sister, thou wilt hear what happened tothose nine blind men, who were at ...
PREFACE.My early mistress, now my ancient Muse,That strong Circaean liquor cease t'infuse,Wherewith thou didst intoxicate my youth,Now stoop with disenchanted ...
ITHE IVORY CRADLEThe cradle I have made for theeIs carved of orient ivory,And curtained round with wavy silkMore white than ...
IAh, who shall sound the hero's funeral march?And what shall be the music of his dirge?No single voice may chant ...
Let the bier move onward.—Let no tear be shed.The midnight watch is ended: The grim old year is dead.His life ...
When you destroy a blade of grassYou poison England at her roots:Remember no man's foot can passWhere evermore no green ...
Companion dear! or sleeping or awaking,Sleep not again! for lo! the morn is nigh,And in the east that early star ...
Thou tyrant, whom I will not name,Whom heaven and hell alike disclaim;Abhorred and shunned, for different ends,By angels, Jesuits, beasts ...
Raging storms, evil gods are theyRuthless demons, who in heaven's vault were created, are they,Workers of evil are they,They lift ...
August 13: 1704 Oft hast thou acted thy part, My country, worthily thee! Lifted ...
FIG-TREES, weird fig-treesMade of thick smooth silver,Made of sweet, untarnished silver in the sea-southern air--I say untarnished, but I mean ...
I saw a light cloud floating in the sheenOf the resplendent moonshine; undefinedIts fleecy edges shivered in the windAlone, at ...
(On being presented by him with a copy, painted by himself, of a rarePortrait of Calderon.)How can I thank thee ...
Oft have I seen at some cathedral door . A laborer, pausing in the dust and heat, . Lay down ...
My former hopes are fled, My terror now begins; I feel, alas! that I am dead In trespasses and sins. ...
Now Night came down, and rose full soon That patroness of rogues, the Moon; Beneath whose kind protecting ray, Wolves, ...
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