Sonnet Written At The Age Of Thirteen For A Picture By Mrs. Stillman (Oliver Madox Brown Poems)
Leaning against the window, rapt in thought,Of what sweet past do thy soft brown eyes dreamThat so expressionlessly sweet they ...
Leaning against the window, rapt in thought,Of what sweet past do thy soft brown eyes dreamThat so expressionlessly sweet they ...
Sweet breeze that sett'st the summer birds a swaying,Dear lambs amid the primrose meadows playingLet me not think!O floods, upon ...
Among rams and asses and horses, Kyrnos, we look for thoseOf noble breeding, and a man wants them to mateFrom ...
Ah, Needwood! I, whose early voiceTaught thy shrill echoes to rejoice;I, who first pour'd the sylvan songThy glades, thy banks, ...
(THE GRAVEYARD OF SPOON RIVER. TWO VOICES ARE HEARD BEHIND A SCREEN DECORATED WITH DIABOLICAL AND ANGELIC FIGURES IN VARIOUS ...
How calm the spangled city spread below! How cool the night! How fair the starry skies! How sweet the dewy ...
In the shake and rush of the engine, In the full, deep breath of his chest,In the swift, clear clank ...
Come! rouse ye brothers, rouse! a peal now breaks From lowest island to our gallant lakes: 'Tis summoning you, who ...
Whene'er I drink of Friezland ale,Drawn from an old brown bottle;I feel as if a summer mornWas running down my ...
1.COME, we 'll light the parlor fire;Winter sets in sharp and rough.Wood is dear, but coal's provided,For three months, I ...
yes, they begin out in a willow, I think the starch mountains begin out in the willow and keep right ...
There's a fellow on the station(He dropped in on a call,Just casual-to stay a pleasant week),He's a banker's near relation,Strongly ...
With the face goes a mirror As with the mind a world. Likeness tells the doubting eye That strangeness is ...
a simple, elegant scene framed out the kitchen window a load of wash hung in the still August air drying ...
In our dainty little kitchen, Where my aproned wife is queen Over all the tin-pan people, In a realm exceeding ...
MY lov'd, my honour'd, much respected friend! No mercenary bard his homage pays; With honest pride, I scorn each selfish ...
There can be certain potions needled in the clock for the body's fall from grace, to untorture and to plead ...
Down along the Snakebite River, where the overlanders camp, Where the serpents are in millions, all of the most deadly ...
The artichoke With a tender heart Dressed up like a warrior, Standing at attention, it built A small helmet Under ...
(Being the philosophy of many Soldiers.) Sit on the bed; I'm blind, and three parts shell, Be careful; can't shake ...
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