The Angel In The House. Book I. Canto IX. (Coventry Patmore Poems)
Preludes.I The Wife's Tragedy Man must be pleased; but him to please ...
Preludes.I The Wife's Tragedy Man must be pleased; but him to please ...
I. Leave, bashfull Muse, the too hot Latian Shore, To Albions temperate Clime sail or'e; Sing Learnings Tempe, where clear ...
How beautiful doth the morning rise O'er the hills, as from her bower a bride ...
WHEN Cupid, wanton boy, was young,His wings unfledg'd, and rude his tongue,He loiter'd in Arcadian bowers,And hid his bow in ...
By Avignon's dismantled walls, Where cloudless mid—March sunshine falls, Rhone, through broad belts of green, Flecked with the light of ...
In the sad evening of my life,A single star upon me smiles, And makes the world's turmoil and strife Seem ...
O Power of fancy, from thy treasur'd storeOf past delights, which smile on earth no more,Give to my aching heart ...
I write too coldly and I write too much! The more, the colder seems whate'er I write, That I confess; ...
WHERE the green leaves exclude the summer beam,And softly bend as balmy breezes blow,And where, with liquid lapse, the lucid ...
PURE form, that like some chalice of old time Contain'st the liquid of the poet's thought Within thy curving hollow, ...
In an old book at even as I read Fast fading words adown my shadowy page, I crossed a tale ...
Should I portray thee merely as I can, In my conceit belittling all thy worth With the dry bareness of ...
Keen, fitful gusts are whisp'ring here and there Among the bushes half leafless, and dry; The stars look very cold ...
ON Petrarch's heart, all other days before, In flaming letters written, was impress d GOOD FRIDAY. And on mine, be ...
A thousand visits to the supermarket A thousand acts of sexual intimacy Spread over forty years. Your essence was quite ...
MOORING POSTS 1 The mooring posts marked on the South Leeds map Of 1908 still line the Aire's side, huge, ...
You that do search for every purling spring Which from the ribs of old Parnassus flows, And every flower, not ...
You that do search for every purling spring, Which from the ribs of old Parnassus flows, And every flower, not ...
Obit 23rd April 1616 Is it not strange that on this common date, Two titans of their age, aye of ...
Many a green isle needs must be In the deep wide sea of Misery, Or the mariner, worn and wan, ...
Think you, if Laura had been Petrarch's wife He would have written sonnets all his life? DON JUAN, III, 63-4 ...
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