Honours — Part I (Jean Ingelow Poems)
To strive—and fail. Yes, I did strive and fail; I set mine eyes upon a certain nightTo find a certain star—and ...
To strive—and fail. Yes, I did strive and fail; I set mine eyes upon a certain nightTo find a certain star—and ...
Now swarthy Summer, by rude health embrowned, Precedence takes of rosy fingered Spring; And laughing Joy, with wild flowers prank'd, and crown'd, A ...
I've left my own old home of homes, Green fields and every pleasant place;The summer like a stranger comes, I pause and ...
True as the church clock hand the hour pursuesHe plods about his toils and reads the news,And at the blacksmith's ...
I.1 . The fading beam of parting day Forsakes the western sky, Now shines Diana's gentler ray With virgin majesty; Her face with milder glory ...
I.1. The fading gleam of parting day Forsakes the western sky, Now shines Diana's chaster ray With virgin majesty; Her face with milder glory bright Pales ...
High in the midst, surrounded by his peers,MAGNUS his ample front sublime up rears:Placed on his chair of state, he ...
Thee, sad Melpomene, I once again Invoke, nor ask the idly plaintive verse: Quit the light reed for sorrow's sober strain, And hang ...
When homeward bands their several ways disperse,I love to linger in the narrow fieldOf rest, to wander round from tomb ...
Oh, sweet Adare! oh, lovely vale!Oh, soft retreat of sylvan splendour!Nor summer sun nor morning galeE'er hail'd a scene more ...
THOU go'st! I murmur—Go! let me murmur.Oh, worthy man,Fly from this land!Deadly marshes,Steaming mists of OctoberHere interweave their currents,Blending for ...
Sing muse! of Saville and the direful dayWhen beauty fell, to ruthless hands a prey;And life a sacrifice to savage ...
Thy forests, Windsor! and thy green retreats,At once the Monarch's and the Muse's seats,Invite my lays. Be present, sylvan maids!Unlock ...
FauconshaweTo fetch clear water out of the spring The little maid Margaret ran;From the stream to the castle's western ...
Down the road which asters tangle, Thro' the gap where green-briar twines, By the path where dry leaves ...
" THE EAGLE, did ye see him fall?- Aflight beyond mid-air Erewhile his mighty pinions bore him, His ...
TH' instinctive charge of young through every race Of living things, how beautiful to see,How wonderful to watch! — how ...
THESE are the most singular of all the Poems of Goethe, and to many will appear so wild and fantastic, ...
Something strange is creeping across me. La Celestina has only to warble the first few bars Of "I Thought about ...
It is full summer now, the heart of June; Not yet the sunburnt reapers are astir Upon the upland meadow ...
This English Thames is holier far than Rome, Those harebells like a sudden flush of sea Breaking across the woodland, ...
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