Coombe-Ellen (William Lisle Bowles Poems)
Call the strange spirit that abides unseenIn wilds, and wastes, and shaggy solitudes,And bid his dim hand lead thee through ...
Call the strange spirit that abides unseenIn wilds, and wastes, and shaggy solitudes,And bid his dim hand lead thee through ...
Why should I be destructive and remain reckless of betterment?Think not of the future, remain occupied in today's problems?Should I ...
Curtis, whose Wit, with Fancy arm in arm,Masks half its muscle in its skill to charm,And who so gently can ...
The Buddha, known to men by many names —Siddartha, Sakya, Muni, Blessed One,—Sat in the forest, as had been his ...
Lost towers impend, copeless primeval props Of the new threatening sky, and first rude digits Of awe remonstrance and uneasy power Thrust out ...
Too much my heart of Beauty's power hath known,Too long to Love hath reason left her throne;Too long my genius ...
PREFACE If—-and the thing is wildly possible—-t he charge of writing nonsense were ever brought against the author of this brief but instructive ...
THE STRUGGLES OF CONSCIENCE.A serious Toyman in the city dwelt,Who much concern for his religion felt;Reading, he changed his tenets, ...
Fytte IBy Wood and Wold"Beneath the greenwood bough." — W. Scott.Lightly the breath of the spring wind blows, Though ...
I Last night I dreamed this dream: That I was dead; And as I slept, forgot of man ...
Fort Dearborn is a strong and goodly place,And o'er the frontier looks with valiant faceTo greet the hostile tread of ...
The idle winds at dawn that strayedThro' wavy depths of joyous shade,The early chirp of breeze-swung boughs,The carol of the ...
There was a certain gentleman, Ben Apfelgarten called, Who lived way off in Germany a many years ago,And he was ...
The Tasmanian Aborigine's Lament And Remonstrance When In Sight Of His Native Land From Flinders IslandFair island of my birth, ...
1 Let observation with extensive view, 2 Survey mankind, from China to Peru; 3 Remark each anxious toil, each eager ...
PREFACE If---and the thing is wildly possible---the charge of writing nonsense were ever brought against the author of this brief ...
He's yonder, on the terrace of the Cafe de la Paix, The little wizened Spanish man, I see him every ...
I was not beloved of the villagers, But all because I spoke my mind, And met those who transgressed against ...
Oft seems the Time a market-town Where many merchant-spirits meet Who up and down and up and down Cry out ...
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