A Book Of Strife In The Form Of The Diary Of An Old Soul – January (George MacDonald Poems)
1.LORD, what I once had done with youthful might,Had I been from the first true to the truth,Grant me, now ...
1.LORD, what I once had done with youthful might,Had I been from the first true to the truth,Grant me, now ...
"A prince I was, blue-eyed, and fair in face,Of temper amorous, as the first of May,With lengths of yellow ringlet, ...
'C'est l? le myst?re apr?s lequel soupirent toutes les ?mes exil?es, qui s'affligent sur les fleuves de Babylon en se ...
A QUIET, simple man was Abel Keene,He meant no harm, nor did he often mean;He kept a school of loud ...
Sword of Common Sense! -Our surest gift: the sacred chainOf man to man: firm earth for trustIn structures vowed to ...
Florence, rejoice! For thou o'er land and sea So spread'st thy pinions that the fame of thee Hath reached no ...
The poet cried, ' I am obsessed, * And out of joint I find the times ; Silent the Muse ...
Written at the Request of the Mantuans for the Nineteenth Centenary of Virgil's DeathRoman Virgil, thou that singestIlion's lofty temples ...
In vain, when music's seraph-fire Runs kindling through the air,Making it such as gods respire, (And gods perhaps ...
Too many a Samsan lip your teeth indent:Too many a Sybil girl you lure to makeThe Great Refusal for a ...
Here by the ample river's argent sweep,Bosomed in tilth and vintage to her walls,A tower-crowned Cybele in armoured sleepThe city ...
Think not, oh master of the well-tilled field,This earth is only thine; for after thee,When all is sown and gathered ...
Like him who great reports of tilth rejects,Because his own is a most barren field,Is he who man's divinity suspects,Because ...
Roman Virgil, thou that singest Ilion's lofty temples robed in fire, Ilion falling, Rome arising, wars, and filial faith, and ...
Long lines of cliff breaking have left a chasm; And in the chasm are foam and yellow sands; Beyond, red ...
Written at the Request of the Mantuans for the Nineteenth Centenary of Virgil's Death Roman Virgil, thou that singest Ilion's ...
A prince I was, blue-eyed, and fair in face, Of temper amorous, as the first of May, With lengths of ...
Florence, rejoice! For thou o'er land and sea So spread'st thy pinions that the fame of thee Hath reached no ...
Undoubtedly he will relent, and turn From his displeasure; in whose look serene, When angry most he seemed and most ...
Inscribed to the Memory of John Keats. Dear uplands, Chester's favorable fields, My large unjealous Loves, many yet one -- ...
To-day the woods are trembling through and through With shimmering forms, that flash before my view, Then melt in green ...
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