Song (Sylvia The Fair, In The Bloom Of Fifteen) (John Dryden Poem)
Sylvia the fair, in the bloom of fifteen, Felt an innocent warmth as she lay on the green: She had ...
Sylvia the fair, in the bloom of fifteen, Felt an innocent warmth as she lay on the green: She had ...
Yes, it was like you to forget, And cancel in the welcome of your smile My deep arrears of debt, ...
Come to the pane, draw the curtain apart, There she is passing, the girl of my heart; See where she ...
When by thy scorn, O murd'ress, I am dead, And that thou think'st thee free From all solicitation from me, ...
As virtuous men pass mildly away, And whisper to their souls to go, Whilst some of their sad friends do ...
To see her is a Picture -- To hear her is a Tune -- To know her an Intemperance As ...
The pretty Rain from those sweet Eaves Her unintending Eyes -- Took her own Heart, including ours, By innocent Surprise ...
He preached upon "Breadth" till it argued him narrow -- The Broad are too broad to define And of "Truth" ...
Elijah's Wagon knew no thill Was innocent of Wheel Elijah's horses as unique As was his vehicle -- Elijah's journey ...
The mystery of a smile that glows within your eyes and is framed in an innocent countenance passes not unheeded. ...
Were meetings predestined then ours was intended, great oracles decreed it as fate, and the auguries chattered with sweet benefactors ...
What is it with Hezbollah representing barely 15% of the Lebanese Parliament living outside the government immersed in an undeclared ...
Let them declare Jihad then, let them despair that I will speak the truth as I see it, and where ...
In a cafe, once more I heard Your voice - those sparse and frugal notes. Do they not say that ...
PART I On Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming! Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall, And roofless homes, a sad remembrance ...
THE PROLOGUE. This worthy limitour, this noble Frere, He made always a manner louring cheer* *countenance Upon the Sompnour; but ...
THE PROLOGUE. The Sompnour in his stirrups high he stood, Upon this Friar his hearte was so wood,* *furious That ...
This Sycamore, oft musical with bees,-- Such tents the Patriarchs loved ! O long unharmed May all its ag?d boughs ...
Song (Act V, scene i) And this place our forefathers made for man ...
Its mother being tethered near it Poor little Foal of an oppress?d race! I love the languid patience of thy ...
Trochee trips from long to short; From long to long in solemn sort Slow Spondee stalks, strong foot!, yet ill ...
PART I 'Tis the middle of night by the castle clock And the owls have awakened the crowing cock; Tu-whit!- ...
The Beaver's Lesson They sought it with thimbles, they sought it with care; They pursued it with forks and hope; ...
Little Birds are dining Warily and well, Hid in mossy cell: Hid, I say, by waiters Gorgeous in their gaiters ...
Dedication Inscribed to a dear Child: in memory of golden summer hours and whispers of a summer sea. Girt with ...
There is a Rose at Auschwitz, in the briar, a rose like Sharon's, lovely as her name. The world forgot ...
O! Und dann wieder dies Bei-sich-selbst-Sein! Diese Stummheiten! Dies Getriebenwerden! .................................................................................. O! And then to be with -our -very -selves! ...
The opposite seeks the opposite and the drop of black grows within white until turning white into black and conversely ...
They hide in the brook when I seek to draw nearer, Laughing amain when I feign to depart; Often I ...
The only thing I miss about Los Angeles is the Hollywood Freeway at midnight, windows down and radio blaring bearing ...
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