Brothers (Gerard Manley Hopkins Poem)
How lovely the elder brother's Life all laced in the other's, Lóve-laced!-what once I well Witnessed; so fortune fell. When ...
How lovely the elder brother's Life all laced in the other's, Lóve-laced!-what once I well Witnessed; so fortune fell. When ...
YE black and roguish eyes, If ye command. Each house in ruins lies, No town can stand. And shall my ...
in the wares before you spread, Types of all things may be read. 'NEATH the shadow Of these bushes, On ...
[I feel considerable hesitation in venturing to offer this version of a poem which Carlyle describes to be 'a beautiful ...
My senses ofttimes are oppress'd, Oft stagnant is my blood; But when by Christel's sight I'm blest, I feel my ...
WITHIN the chamber, far away From the glad feast, sits Love in dread Lest guests disturb, in wanton play, The ...
OF all the beauteous wares Exposed for sale at fairs, None will give more delight Than those that to your ...
THE bed of flowers Loosens amain, The beauteous snowdrops Droop o'er the plain. The crocus opens Its glowing bud, Like ...
ONCE more permit me, nuns, and this the last; I can't resist, whatever may have passed, But must relate, what ...
SOLICITED I've been to give a tale, In which (though true, decorum must prevail), The subject from a picture shall ...
SOME time ago from Rome, in smart array, A younger brother homeward bent his way, Not much improved, as frequently ...
`You know Orion always comes up sideways. Throwing a leg up over our fence of mountains, And rising on his ...
She plucked a blossom fair to see; Upon my coat I let her pin it; And thus we stood beneath ...
O, WERE I on Parnassus hill, Or had o' Helicon my fill, That I might catch poetic skill, To sing ...
NO song nor dance I bring from yon great city, That queens it o'er our taste-the more's the pity: Tho' ...
ON Cessnock banks a lassie dwells; Could I describe her shape and mein; Our lasses a' she far excels, An' ...
There was a hope for poetry in the sixties And for education and society, teachers free To do as they ...
A farmer's wife, both young and gay, And fresh as op'ning buds of May; Had taken to herself, a Spouse, ...
I. Ah! wherefore by the Church-yard side, Poor little LORN ONE, dost thou stray? Thy wavy locks but thinly hide ...
LUBIN and KATE, as gossips tell, Were Lovers many a day; LUBIN the damsel lov'd so well, That folks pretend ...
Under yonder beech-tree single on the green-sward, Couched with her arms behind her golden head, Knees and tresses folded to ...
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