Robin Hood’s Flight (James Henry Leigh Hunt Poems)
Robin Hood's mother, these twelve years now, Has been gone from her earthly home; And Robin has paid, he scarce ...
Robin Hood's mother, these twelve years now, Has been gone from her earthly home; And Robin has paid, he scarce ...
1. Sunlight There was a sunlit absence. The helmeted pump in the yard heated its iron, water honeyed in the ...
"Soyez muette pour moi, Idole contemplative..." I came home and found a lion in my living room Rushed out on ...
Sitting still, quiet, alone, in the living room of my boyhood alone with my thoughts after the Christmas day watching ...
There is a Rose at Auschwitz, in the briar, a rose like Sharon's, lovely as her name. The world forgot ...
To exalt, enthrone, establish and defend, To welcome home mankind's mysterious friend Wine, true begetter of all arts that be; ...
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
I. My first thought was, he lied in every word, That hoary cripple, with malicious eye Askance to watch the ...
Leodogran, the King of Cameliard, Had one fair daughter, and none other child; And she was the fairest of all ...
O purblind race of miserable men, How many among us at this very hour Do forge a life-long trouble for ...
Lucilla, wedded to Lucretius, found Her master cold; for when the morning flush Of passion and the first embrace had ...
My dream had never died or lived again. As in some mystic middle state I lay; Seeing I saw not, ...
The tyrant Dionys to seek, Stern Moerus with his poniard crept; The watchful guard upon him swept; The grim king ...
Tonight a shimmer of gold lies mantled o'er Smooth lovely Ocean. Through the lustrous gloom A savor steals from linden ...
The trumpets of the four winds of the world From the ends of the earth blow battle; the night heaves, ...
Scene, on an Eminence on one of those Downs, which afford to the South a view of the Sea; to ...
AS when the hunt by holt and field Drives on with horn and strife, Hunger of hopeless things pursues Our ...
I love you - though it makes me beat, Though vain it seems, and melancholy - Yet to this shameless, ...
BOWED by the weight of centuries he leans Upon his hoe and gazes on the ground, The emptiness of ages ...
Ho, come out with the wind of spring, And step it blithely in woodlands waking; Friend am I of each ...
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