THE DIRGE OF JEPHTHAH’S DAUGHTER:SUNG BY THE VIRGINS (Robert Herrick Poems)
O thou, the wonder of all days! O paragon, and pearl of praise! O Virgin-martyr, ever blest Above the rest ...
O thou, the wonder of all days! O paragon, and pearl of praise! O Virgin-martyr, ever blest Above the rest ...
Good morrow to the day so fair; Good morning, sir, to you; Good morrow to mine own torn hair, Bedabbled ...
Ah, my Perilla, dost thou grieve to see Me day by day to steal away from thee? Age calls me ...
Sweet Auburn! loveliest village of the plain, Where health and plenty cheered the labouring swain, Where smiling spring its earliest ...
above the bramble at the edge of the wood wet, morning, brilliant the cranberry, the color drawing my eyes Primrose ...
Above the tree line beside the silhouette of the dark church a contrail of a jet falling toward the horizon ...
I Time present and time past Are both perhaps present in time future, And time future contained in time past. ...
In Ionia whence sprang old poets' fame, From whom that sea did first derive her name, The blessed bed whereon ...
When April scatters charms of primrose gold Among the copper leaves in thickets old, And singing skylarks from the meadows ...
I Once, only once, I saw it clear, -- That Eden every human heart has dreamed A hundred times, but ...
Upon this Primrose hill, Where, if Heav'n would distil A shower of rain, each several drop might go To his ...
What would I give to see his face? I'd give -- I'd give my life -- of course -- But ...
Ask me why I send you here The firstling of the infant year; Ask me why I send to you ...
HAIL, sister springs, Parents of silver-footed rills! Ever bubbling things, Thawing crystal, snowy hills! Still spending, never spent; I mean ...
past parentage or gender beyond sung vocables the slipped-between the so infinitesimal fault line a limitless interiority beyond the woven ...
THE PROLOGUE. When that the Knight had thus his tale told In all the rout was neither young nor old, ...
When once the sun sinks in the west, And dewdrops pearl the evening's breast; Almost as pale as moonbeams are, ...
Brightly the sun of summer shone, Green fields and waving woods upon, And soft winds wandered by; Above, a sky ...
While yet we wait for spring, and from the dry And blackening east that so embitters March, Well-housed must watch ...
1 They that in play can do the thing they would, Having an instinct throned in reason's place, --And every ...
Lo, now four other act upon the stage, Childhood and Youth, the Many and Old age: The first son unto ...
1.1 Lo now! four other acts upon the stage, 1.2 Childhood, and Youth, the Manly, and Old-age. 1.3 The first: ...
Chorus.-Lassie wi'the lint-white locks, Bonie lassie, artless lassie, Wilt thou wi' me tent the flocks, Wilt thou be my Dearie, ...
O LUVE will venture in where it daur na weel be seen, O luve will venture in where wisdom ance ...
BEHOLD, my love, how green the groves, The primrose banks how fair; The balmy gales awake the flowers, And wave ...
SHE wanders in the April woods, That glisten with the fallen shower; She leans her face against the buds, She ...
LEAVE me a little while alone, Here at his grave that still is strown With crumbling flower and wreath; The ...
Pluck not the wayside flower, It is the traveller's dower; A thousand passers-by Its beauties may espy, May win a ...
Here the white-ray'd anemone is born, Wood-sorrel, and the varnish'd buttercup; And primrose in its purfled green swathed up, Pallid ...
NOW in her green mantle blythe Nature arrays, And listens the lambkins that bleat o'er her braes; While birds warble ...
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