Things That Never Die (Charles Dickens Poem)
The pure, the bright, the beautiful that stirred our hearts in youth, The impulses to wordless prayer, The streams of ...
The pure, the bright, the beautiful that stirred our hearts in youth, The impulses to wordless prayer, The streams of ...
O pale green sea, With long, pale, purple clouds above - What lies in me like weight of love ? ...
He sendeth sun, he sendeth shower, Alike they're needful for the flower: And joys and tears alike are sent To ...
He sendeth sun, he sendeth shower, Alike they're needful for the flower: And joys and tears alike are sent To ...
Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee! E'en though it be a cross That raiseth me: Still all my ...
WHAT thing shall be held up to woman's beauty? Where are the bounds of it? Yea, what is all The ...
We are thine, O Love, being in thee and made of thee, As théou, Léove, were the déep thought And ...
She ONLY to be twin elements of joy In this extravagance of Being, Love, Were our divided natures shaped in ...
We sighing said, "Our Pan is dead; His pipe hangs mute beside the river Around it wistful sunbeams quiver, But ...
Oh! a bare, brown rock Stood up in the sea, The waves at its feet Dancing merrily. A little bubble ...
Thistledown in prison sings: Bright shines the summer sun, Soft is the summer air; Gayly the wood-birds sing, Flowers are ...
A little kingdom I possess where thoughts and feelings dwell, And very hard I find the task of governing it ...
The day returns again, my natal day; What mix'd emotions with the Thought arise! Beloved friend, four years have pass'd ...
If I forget thee, Jerusalem, Then let my right be forgotten. Let my right be forgotten, and my left remember. ...
THROUGH the black, rushing smoke-bursts, Thick breaks the red flame. All Etna heaves fiercely Her forest-clothed frame. Not here, O ...
Through the black, rushing smoke-bursts, Thick breaks the red flame. All Etna heaves fiercely Her forest-clothed frame. Not here, O ...
1 Faster, faster, 2 O Circe, Goddess, 3 Let the wild, thronging train 4 The bright procession 5 Of eddying ...
Glion?--Ah, twenty years, it cuts All meaning from a name! White houses prank where once were huts. Glion, but not ...
Through the black, rushing smoke-bursts, Thick breaks the red flame; All Etna heaves fiercely Her forest-clothed frame. Not here, O ...
How changed is here each spot man makes or fills! In the two Hinkseys nothing keeps the same; The village ...
One lesson, Nature, let me learn of thee, One lesson which in every wind is blown, One lesson of two ...
The Youth Faster, faster, O Circe, Goddess, Let the wild, thronging train The bright procession Of eddying forms, Sweep through ...
We cannot kindle when we will The fire which in the heart resides; The spirit bloweth and is still, In ...
Coldly, sadly descends The autumn-evening. The field Strewn with its dank yellow drifts Of wither'd leaves, and the elms, Fade ...
Hark! ah, the nightingale- The tawny-throated! Hark, from that moonlit cedar what a burst! What triumph! hark!-what pain! O wanderer ...
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
'Twas August, and the fierce sun overhead Smote on the squalid streets of Bethnal Green, And the pale weaver, through ...
Creep into thy narrow bed, Creep, and let no more be said! Vain thy onset! all stands fast. Thou thyself ...
Come, dear children, let us away; Down and away below! Now my brothers call from the bay, Now the great ...
Go, for they call you, shepherd, from the hill; Go, shepherd, and untie the wattled cotes! No longer leave thy ...
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