Shakespeare (Charles Harpur Poems)
Standing alone, a study in itself,How Shakespeare's volume glorifies my shelf!For thence his spirit forth on mine has shined,Like a ...
Standing alone, a study in itself,How Shakespeare's volume glorifies my shelf!For thence his spirit forth on mine has shined,Like a ...
As the dark cloud passed, I in the crimson shadow of the moon viewed the square and the streets an ...
(By A. Turkey Gobbler.) I'm just a turkey gobbler, But I've got a word to say ...
Hid away in the corner I found it, A little shoe worn out and old; But dearer to me ...
I do not say new friends are not considerate and true, Or that their smiles ain't genuine, but still I'm ...
A convalescin' woman does the strangest sort o' things,An' it's wonderful the courage that a little new strength brings;O, it's ...
A curvaceous body in the To Nu painting.O goddess of beauty! 'T is hither that you reign?Where are you now? ...
A little hand came knocking on my door:"Let me turn in: I won't be bad no more!"A little voice in ...
So now the horses of Aiakides, off wide of the war-ground,Wept, since first they were ware ...
We've had a letter from the boy,And oh, the gladness and the joyIt brought to us! We read it o'erI'd ...
There is sorrow in the household;There's a grief too hard to bear;There's a little cheek that's tear-stainedThere's a sobbing baby ...
Over the chimney the night-wind sangAnd chanted a melody no one knew;And the Woman stopped, as her babe she tossed,And ...
I LEAVE the world to-morrow,- What news for Fairyland? I'm tired of dust and sorrow And folk on ...
On the tender myrtle-branches, In the meadow lotus-grass?d,While the wearied sunlight softly To the Happy Islands pass?d,—Reddest lips the reddest ...
When thou upon my breast art sleeping, I hear across the midnight gray-- I hear the muffled ...
Green, how I want you green. Green wind. Green branches. The ship out on the sea and the horse on ...
Call me away; there's nothing here, That wins my soul to stay; Then let me leave this prospect drear, And ...
With your bitter, twisted lies, You may trod me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I'll rise. Does ...
S. Patrick. You who are bent, and bald, and blind, With a heavy heart and a wandering mind, Have known ...
Walking to-day on the Common, I heard a stranger say To a friend who was standing near him, 'Do you ...
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