Laurance – [Part 3] (Jean Ingelow Poems)
And after that, though oft he sought her door,He might not see her. First they said to him,"She is not ...
And after that, though oft he sought her door,He might not see her. First they said to him,"She is not ...
Ah! weary Priest! — with pale hands pressedOn thy throbbing brow of pain,Baffled in thy life-long quest,Overworn with toiling vain,How ...
(F.M.L.)Living child or pictured cherub, Ne’er o’ermatched its baby grace;And the mother, moving nearer, Looked it calmly in the face;Then with slight ...
HO! City of the gay! Paris! what festal riteDoth call thy thronging million forth, All eager for the sight?Thy soldiers line the ...
ON READING WORDSWORTH'S SONNETS IN DEFENCE OF CAPITAL PUNISHMENTAs the broad ocean endlessly upheaveth,With the majestic beating of his heart,The ...
Faith be the shadow of love,Cleaved unto love's side for aye.Love be born with nay whyUpon its lips and likewise ...
Green Spring receivethThe vacant earth;The white sun shineth;Spring wind provokethTo burst and burgeonEach sprout and flower.In those dark caves where ...
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