“Full Well I Know . . . ” (Hartley Coleridge Poems)
FULL well I know — my friends — ye look on meA living specter of my Father dead —Had I ...
FULL well I know — my friends — ye look on meA living specter of my Father dead —Had I ...
Eternal brood the shadows on this ground,Dreaming of centuries that have gone before;Great elms rise solemnly by slab and mound,Arched ...
Condemn'd by Fate to way-ward Curse, Of Friends unkind, and empty Purse: Plagues worse than fill'd ...
In bloom gemm'd depths, where Sylvan branches meetAbove dim paths, that thread a still retreat;Where light on tip-toe shy, steals ...
I 'T is the middle of night on the Greenfield farm And the creatures are huddled to keep them from ...
1 The autumn shade is thin. Grey leaves lie faint Where they will lie, and, where the thick green was, ...
'Tis midnight's holy hour, and silence nowIs brooding like a gentle spirit o'erThe still and pulseless world. Hark! on the ...
How abundant was autumn this year… Its heroic suns and blessings, After our pains, our ashes and deaths, Have filled ...
She comes not with the conscious grace Of gentle, winsome womanhood, Nor yet, withal, the flaunting face ...
Out of the focal and foremost fire,Out of the hospital walls as dire,Smitten of grapeshot and gangrene,(Eighteenth battle and he ...
Climb glory's ladder to the topmost height, Rifle the treasures of the jealous land, In gold and purple take thy ...
Another picture of my Love I have, Painted in colors that will never fade- The rosy glow, deep eyes and ...
In the silence of the night Death descended from God toward the earth. He hovered above a city and pierced ...
Part One - The Calling Let me sleep, for my soul is intoxicated with love and Let me rest, for ...
The God separated a spirit from Himself and fashioned it into Beauty. He showered upon her all the blessings of ...
The tempest calmed after bending the branches of the trees and leaning heavily upon the grain in the field. The ...
I walked on the banks of the tincan banana dock and sat down under the huge shade of a Southern ...
For Carl Solomon I I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked, dragging themselves ...
A cipher, nullity, a phantom stood before them unknown and unacknowledged time lost never to be regained lives turned, away ...
Upon a lonely desart Beach Where the white foam was scatter'd, A little shed uprear'd its head Though lofty Barks ...
Sometimes I tremble like a storm-swept flower, And seek to hide my tortured soul from thee. Bowing my head in ...
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