The Storm. (Daniel Baker Poems)
'Tis just, my Dear, that our Amour Should by this sudden Storm be crost: Our Bark too soon would gain ...
'Tis just, my Dear, that our Amour Should by this sudden Storm be crost: Our Bark too soon would gain ...
My SisterCometh a voice from a far-land! Beautiful, sad, and low;Shineth a light from the star-land! Down on the night ...
Thou art late, O Moon, Late, I have waited thee long. The nightingale's flown to ...
THE world, that all contains, is ever moving; The stars within their spheres forever turn'd; Nature, the queen of change, ...
O YONGE fresshe folkes, he or she, In which that love up groweth with your age, Repeyreth hoom ...
There is no sadness here. Oh, that my heartWere calm and peaceful as these dreamy groves!That all my hopes and ...
I stand beneath the tree, whose branches shade Thy western window, Chapel of St. John! And hear its leaves repeat ...
There are who lord it o'er their fellow-men With most prevailing tinsel: who unpen Their baaing vanities, to browse away ...
St. Agnes' Eve--Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold; The hare limp'd trembling through ...
ON Petrarch's heart, all other days before, In flaming letters written, was impress d GOOD FRIDAY. And on mine, be ...
The Waste Land by T. S. Eliot "Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis vidi in ampulla pendere, et ...
They who tread the path of labor follow where My feet have trod; They who work without complaining, do the ...
Jesus, Thou divine Companion, By Thy lowly human birth Thou hast come to join the workers, Burden bearers of the ...
THE PROLOGUE. When that the Knight had thus his tale told In all the rout was neither young nor old, ...
Mine own John Poynz, since ye delight to know The cause why that homeward I me draw, And flee the ...
My limbs are wasted with a flame, My feet are sore with travelling, For, calling on my Lady's name, My ...
Between the mountain and the sea I've made a happy landing; And here a peace has come to me That ...
Now what is Love, I pray thee, tell? It is that fountain and that well Where pleasure and repentance dwell; ...
The opening scene. The yellow, coal-fed fog Uncurling over the tainted city river, A young girl rowing and her anxious ...
Passing away, saith the World, passing away: Chances, beauty and youth, sapp'd day by day: Thy life never continueth in ...
I. Sunrise. In my sleep I was fain of their fellowship, fain Of the live-oak, the marsh, and the main. ...
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