The Thunder Storm (Albery Allson Whitman Poems)
Lo! how the Heavens ponder now,They look so still and moody!And every leaf, and every bough,Are in a dark deep ...
Lo! how the Heavens ponder now,They look so still and moody!And every leaf, and every bough,Are in a dark deep ...
Oft haue I heard hony-tong'd Ladies speake, Striuing their amorous courtiers to inchant,And from their nectar lips such sweet words ...
All day at Dunkirk by the sea,The sea her sons brought home again,The still, the summer sea of May.We lost ...
Please your Grace, from out your store Give an alms to one that's poor, That your mickle may have more. ...
We, the living, buried deep in selfish grief strive to comprehend the passing of your hour, minds are numbed, aghast ...
Lo, now four other act upon the stage, Childhood and Youth, the Many and Old age: The first son unto ...
1.1 Lo now! four other acts upon the stage, 1.2 Childhood, and Youth, the Manly, and Old-age. 1.3 The first: ...
I. Let them fight it out, friend! things have gone too far. God must judge the couple: leave them as ...
a 1. Los smitten with astonishment Frightend at the hurtling bones 2. And at the surging sulphureous Perturbed Immortal mad ...
AFRICA I will sing you a song of Los. the Eternal Prophet: He sung it to four harps at the ...
It is not heaven: bitter seed Leavens its entrails with despair It is a star where dragons breed: Devils have ...
It is full summer now, the heart of June; Not yet the sunburnt reapers are astir Upon the upland meadow ...
The air is perfumed with the morning's fresh breeze, From the bush peer the sunbeams all purple and bright, While ...
A-sittin' in the Bull and Pump With double gins to keep us cheery Says she to me, says Polly Crump" ...
YE learned sisters, which have oftentimes Beene to me ayding, others to adorne, Whom ye thought worthy of your gracefull ...
1 Ye heavenly spirits, whose ashy cinders lie Under deep ruins, with huge walls opprest, But not your praise, the ...
WAke now my loue, awake; for it is time, The Rosy Morne long since left Tithones bed, All ready to ...
HARK! hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings, And Phoebus 'gins arise, His steeds to water at those springs On ...
Hark! hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings, And Phoebus 'gins arise, His steeds to water at those springs On ...
West of Dubbo the west begins The land of leisure and hope and trust, Where the black man stalks with ...
The Honorable Ardleigh Wyse Was every fisherman's despair; He caught his fish on floating flies, In fact he caught them ...
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