The Spleen (Anne Kingsmill Finch Poem)
What art thou, SPLEEN, which ev'ry thing dost ape? Thou Proteus to abus'd Mankind, Who never yet thy real Cause ...
What art thou, SPLEEN, which ev'ry thing dost ape? Thou Proteus to abus'd Mankind, Who never yet thy real Cause ...
You have obey'd, you WINDS, that must fulfill The Great Disposer's righteous Will; Throughout the Land, unlimited you flew, Nor ...
O Man! what Inspiration was thy Guide, Who taught thee Light and Air thus to divide; To let in all ...
A WIT, transported with Inditing, Unpay'd, unprais'd, yet ever Writing; Who, for all Fights and Fav'rite Friends, Had Poems at ...
SHE stood against the kitchen sink, and looked Over the sink out through a dusty window At weeds the water ...
I met a lady from the South who said (You won't believe she said it, but she said it): "None ...
APENECK SWEENEY spreads his knees Letting his arms hang down to laugh, The zebra stripes along his jaw Swelling to ...
I Time present and time past Are both perhaps present in time future, And time future contained in time past. ...
Of all our antic sights and pageantry Which English idiots run in crowds to see, The Polish Medal bears the ...
Farewell, too little and too lately known, Whom I began to think and call my own; For sure our souls ...
If you start out every day in the same old gloomy way it's little wonder what other people think of ...
O God, whose thunder shakes the sky, Whose eye this atom globe surveys, To thee, my only rock, I fly, ...
Recite the loves of Narva and Mored The priest of Chalma's triple idol said. High from the ground the youthful ...
Almighty Framer of the Skies! O let our pure devotion rise, Like Incense in thy Sight! Wrapt in impenetrable Shade ...
CHORUS Come we shepherds whose blest sight Hath met love's noon in nature's night; Come lift we up our loftier ...
To wash an Ethiope; He's wash'd, his gloomy skin a peaceful shade, For his white soul is made; And now, ...
PART I On Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming! Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall, And roofless homes, a sad remembrance ...
Whenas-(I love that "whenas" word- It shows I am a poet, too,) Q. Horace Flaccus gaily stirred The welkin with ...
That wind is from the North, I know it well; No other breeze could have so wild a swell. Now ...
Why should such gloomy silence reign; And why is all the house so drear, When neither danger, sickness, pain, Nor ...
What though the sun had left my sky; To save me from despair The blessed moon arose on high, And ...
SHE will not sleep, for fear of dreams, But, rising, quits her restless bed, And walks where some beclouded beams ...
ARRANGING long-locked drawers and shelves Of cabinets, shut up for years, What a strange task we've set ourselves ! How ...
The moon is full this winter night; The stars are clear, though few; And every window glistens bright, With leaves ...
"Enough of thought, philosopher! Too long hast thou been dreaming Unlightened, in this chamber drear, While summer's sun is beaming! ...
I see around me tombstones grey Stretching their shadows far away. Beneath the turf my footsteps tread Lie low and ...
Me thinks this heart should rest awhile So stilly round the evening falls The veiled sun sheds no parting smile ...
Well hast thou spoken, and yet, not taught A feeling strange or new; Thou hast but roused a latent thought, ...
The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown and ...
This faint resemblance of thy charms, (Though strong as mortal art could give,) My constant heart of fear disarms, Revives ...
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