Laurance – [Part 1] (Jean Ingelow Poems)
I.He knew she did not love him; but so longAs rivals were unknown to him, he dweltAt ease, and did ...
I.He knew she did not love him; but so longAs rivals were unknown to him, he dweltAt ease, and did ...
WHEN you were a lad that lacked a trade,Oh, many's the thing you'd see on the wayFrom Kill-o'-the-Grange to Ballybrack,And ...
The Yangtze flows eastWashing awayA thousand ages of great menWest of the ramparts --People say --Are the fabled Red Cliffs ...
He stands above all worldly schism, And, gazing over life's abysm, Beholds within the starry range Of heaven laws of death and change, That, ...
'Neither the Jungfrau nor the Finsteraarhorn has yet been trodden by thefoot of man!'The topmost peaks of the Alps… A ...
DOWN at the docks--when the smoke clouds lie,Wind-ript and red, on an angry sky--Coal-dumps and derricks and piled-up bales,Tar and ...
White from her chrysalis of cloud, The moth-like moon swings upward through the night; And all the bee-like stars that crowd The hollow ...
What most men hunger for yet none achievesSave him who greatly cares not to be great,Who knows the loom of ...
1712 We count him wise,Timoleon, who in Syracuse laid down That gleaming bait of all men's eyes,And ...
FIRSTHow few of usIn all the world's great, ceaseless struggling strife,Go to our work with gladsome, buoyant step,And love it ...
In a breaker's yard by the Millwall Docks,With its piled-up litter of sheaveless blocks,Stranded hawsers and links of cable,A cabin ...
Never a swallow wets his wingIn Lavender Pond from Spring to Spring;Never a lily, pure and chill,Holds her cup for ...
As I went down by Hastings Mill I lingered in my goingTo smell the smell of piled-up deals and feel ...
Her decks are drowned in sea-wrack, her guns are sunk in sand,Where she lies in the still water, hard by ...
With thy true love I have more wealth Than Charon's piled-up bank doth hold; Where he makes kings lay down ...
Si credere dignum est.--Virgil, Georgics, III, 390 Oh, worthy of belief I hold it was, Virgil, your legend in those ...
I. She should never have looked at me If she meant I should not love her! There are plenty ... ...
Now can you see the monument? It is of wood built somewhat like a box. No. Built like several boxes ...
S. Patrick. You who are bent, and bald, and blind, With a heavy heart and a wandering mind, Have known ...
Albeit nurtured in democracy, And liking best that state republican Where every man is Kinglike and no man Is crowned ...
I may not weep, not weep, and he is dead. A weary, weary weight of tears unshed Through the long ...
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