Lauds for St. Germaine Cousin (1579-1601) (Christianne Balk Poems)
Blessed is the One who lifts the slow sunabove this morning's raw orange edge,who moves the ewe to nudge her ...
Blessed is the One who lifts the slow sunabove this morning's raw orange edge,who moves the ewe to nudge her ...
I.Swifter far than summer's flight--Swifter far than youth's delight--Swifter far than happy night,Art thou come and gone--As the earth when ...
CALLED "THE PURSUIT OF LOVE."O, welcome, bat and owlet gray,Thus winging low your airy way!And welcome, moth and drowsy fly,That ...
Hark! the owlet flaps his wingsIn the pathless dell beneath;Hark! 'tis the night-raven singsTidings of approaching death. (Percy Bysshe Shelley)
Ah, Needwood! I, whose early voiceTaught thy shrill echoes to rejoice;I, who first pour'd the sylvan songThy glades, thy banks, ...
The Butterfly's Ball and the Grasshopper's Feasts Excited the spleen of the Birds and the Beasts: For their mirth ...
Bing, Bim, Bang, Bome!Sang the Bell to himself in his house at home,High in the church-tower, lone and unseen,In a ...
A THUNDER-STORM of the olden days! The red sun' sinks in a sleepy haze; The sultry twilight, close and still, ...
Sweet village! where my early days were pass'd,Though parted long, we meet, we meet at last!Like friends, imbrown'd by many ...
The three-toed tree-toadSings his sweet odeTo the moon;The funny bunnyAnd his honeyTrip in tune.The gentle cricketFrom his thicketLifts his croon;A ...
A SONG. HARK, the raven flaps his wings,The owlet leaves her oaken bower,Now we dance in airy ring,On mossy banks ...
Downward through the evening twilight, In the days that are forgotten, In the unremembered ages, From the full moon fell ...
ENDYMION. A Poetic Romance. "THE STRETCHED METRE OF AN AN ANTIQUE SONG." INSCRIBED TO THE MEMORY OF THOMAS CHATTERTON. Book ...
A green and silent spot, amid the hills, A small and silent dell ! O'er stiller place No singing sky-lark ...
PART I 'Tis the middle of night by the castle clock And the owls have awakened the crowing cock; Tu-whit!- ...
Part I It is an ancient Mariner, And he stoppeth one of three. 'By thy long grey beard and glittering ...
The Frost performs its secret ministry, Unhelped by any wind. The owlet's cry Came loud, -and hark, again! loud as ...
The landscape sleeps in mist from morn till noon; And, if the sun looks through, 'tis with a face Beamless ...
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
This English Thames is holier far than Rome, Those harebells like a sudden flush of sea Breaking across the woodland, ...
I. "Another day, Ah! me, a day "Of dreary Sorrow is begun! "And still I loath the temper'd ray, "And ...
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