Sonnet LIX. (Charlotte Smith Poems)
Written Sept. 1791, during a remarkable thunderstorm, in which the moon was perfectly clear, whilethe tempest gathered in various directions ...
Written Sept. 1791, during a remarkable thunderstorm, in which the moon was perfectly clear, whilethe tempest gathered in various directions ...
Night is the true democracy. When dayLike some great monarch with his train has passed.In regal pomp and splendor to ...
Picture some Isle smiling green 'mid the white-foaming ocean; -Full of old woods, leafy wisdoms, and frolicsome fays;Passions and pageants; ...
What charm is yours, you faded old-world tapestries, Of outworn, childish mysteries, Vague pageants woven on a web of dream! ...
In the market-place of Bruges stands the belfry old and brown; Thrice consumed and thrice rebuilded, still it watches o'er ...
Causing us to focus to remember the Christ-child leading us into worship the liturgical year The panic of advent not ...
Small voices, raised to the rafters singing their hearts out in the familiar story - the tale of the Babe ...
O learned man who never learned to learn, Save to deduce, by timid steps and small, From towering smoke that ...
All worldly shapes shall melt in gloom, The Sun himself must die, Before this mortal shall assume Its Immortality! I ...
He would leave early and walk slowly As if balancing books On the way to school, already expecting To be ...
This English Thames is holier far than Rome, Those harebells like a sudden flush of sea Breaking across the woodland, ...
(To Ellen Terry) As one who poring on a Grecian urn Scans the fair shapes some Attic hand hath made, ...
1 COME, my tan-faced children, Follow well in order, get your weapons ready; Have you your pistols? have you your ...
1 AS I sat alone, by blue Ontario's shore, As I mused of these mighty days, and of peace return'd, ...
CITY of orgies, walks and joys! City whom that I have lived and sung in your midst will one day ...
1 GIVE me the splendid silent sun, with all his beams full-dazzling; Give me juicy autumnal fruit, ripe and red ...
Of this worlds theatre in which we stay, My love like the spectator ydly sits Beholding me that all the ...
OF this worlds Theatre in which we stay, My loue lyke the Spectator ydly sits beholding me that all the ...
AMONG the mountains I wandered and saw blue haze and red crag and was amazed; On the beach where the ...
Ne Rubeam, Pingui donatus Munere (Horace, Epistles II.i.267) While you, great patron of mankind, sustain The balanc'd world, and open ...
(The poem shows the Master, with his work done, singing to free his heart in Heaven.) I heard Immanuel singing ...
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