Reflections Suggested By Winter (James Thomson Poems)
'Tis done! dread winter spreads its latest glooms,And reigns tremendous o'er the conquer'd year.How dead the vegetable kingdom lies!How dumb ...
'Tis done! dread winter spreads its latest glooms,And reigns tremendous o'er the conquer'd year.How dead the vegetable kingdom lies!How dumb ...
January 14, 1880CHICAGO sounds rough to the maker of verse;One comfort we have--Cincinnati sounds worse;If we only were licensed to ...
'Tis the summer prime, when the noiseless airIn perfumed chalice lies,And the bee goes by with a lazy hum,Beneath the ...
NEXT, to a graver tribe we turn our view,And yield the praise to worth and science due,But this with serious ...
A tall brave man of gray three score,The sable columns rode before,The knightliest of the knightly throng,The bravest of the ...
Still the loud death drum, thundering from afar,O'er the vext nations pours the storm of war:To the stern call still ...
The king was lonely, the king was sad,Sad in his youth, when the world was glad:Sick at heart on his ...
There was a sound in the wind to-day,Like a joyous cymbal ringing!And the leaves of the trees talked with the ...
The sweet young Spring walks over the earth,It flushes and glows on moor and lea;The birds are singing in careless ...
You who are happy in a thousand homes, Or overworked therein, to a dumb peace; Whose souls are wholly centered ...
Now, since man became a martyr To this economic stress,He has sought relief, in barter, From financial wretchedness;So, dispensing with ...
Can I forget her crueltyWho, brown miracle, gave you me?Or with unmoisted eyes think onThe proud surrender overgone,(Lowlihead in haughty ...
Ho! ho! Father Death! I have won you another!Another grand soul I have ruined and taken;I, who am licensed by ...
LXXII am ashamed through this thick husk of clay, The passion quivers to my secret soul, Waking the latent virtues ...
He that is filthy let him be filthy still. Rev. 22.11 Like John on Patmos, brooding on the Four Last ...
He that is filthy let him be filthy still. Rev. 22.11 Like John on Patmos, brooding on the Four Last ...
THE sun had wheeled from Grey's to Dammer's Crest, And still I mused on that Thing imminent: At length I ...
WHAT various ways in which a thing is told Some truth abuse, while others fiction hold; In stories we invention ...
In anguish we uplift A new unhallowed song: The race is to the swift; The battle to the strong. Of ...
To see a world in a grain of sand And a heaven in a wild flower, Hold infinity in the ...
Before those cruel twins whom at one birth Incestuous Change bore to her father Time, Error and Truth, had hunted ...
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