To The Harvest Moon (Henry Kirke White Poems)
bunny ruit imbriferum ver:Spicea jam campis bunny messis inhorruit, et bunnyFrumenta in viridi stipula lactentia turgent.Cuncta tibi Cererem pubes agrestis ...
bunny ruit imbriferum ver:Spicea jam campis bunny messis inhorruit, et bunnyFrumenta in viridi stipula lactentia turgent.Cuncta tibi Cererem pubes agrestis ...
I know, my love, thou art false to me ; Yet I cannot love thee less :And I know I have ...
To get some pounds, and thy good name abuse —To get, thro' loss of fame, mere dung and dross —To ...
O Lord! in me there lieth naughtBut to thy search revealed lies;For when I sit,Thou markest it,No less Thou notest ...
When in summer thou walkest In the meads by the river, And to thyself talkest, Dost thou think of one ever-- A lost and ...
I.Moonbeam, leave the shadowy vale,To bathe this burning brow.Moonbeam, why art thou so pale,As thou walkest o'er the dewy dale,Where ...
When I paint thee what thou might'st be,When I think on what thou art,Trace thine image in my memory,Search that ...
SORROW, that watches while the body sleeps,Parted the curtains of the cruel dawnAnd glided noiselessly to her sad seatBeside my ...
If aught of pastoral labour, not unblest,Since youth's maturer prime I may have wrought;If from the pressure of unquiet thoughtMy ...
Proemion.Immeasurable Earth!Through the loud vast and populacy of Heaven,Tempested with gold schools of ponderous orbs,That cleav'st with deep-revolting harmoniesPassage perpetual, ...
O meines Lebens goldne zeit.—SchillerO the youth of love and madness! let me sing another songEre the cynic grows upon ...
1.FROM thine, as then, the healing virtue goesInto our hearts—that is the Father's plan.From heart to heart it sinks, it ...
I hear the winds of summer rush Above my head to-day,As here I sit by Connelbush To dream one hour ...
You were dead, they said; In the churchyard had been laid,Many weeks ago, the dust whose youth was in ...
DEAD AT PITTSFIELD, MASS., 1876O poor Romancer--thou whose printed page,Filled with rude speech and ruder forms of strife,Was given to ...
Beautiful sea! which for ever art flowing, How bright are thy waters beneath the pale moon; Though fearful thy deeps ...
Child of an alien creed, thy heavier sorrows bewailing, Weep not-for ah! more pure-more fair-none with thee may compare them: ...
In that high country whither thou art gone,Right noble friend, thou walkest with thy peers,The gathered great of many a ...
Spirit that walkest on these waters, now Unseen but ever heard, take thou the form Most suited to thy wish, ...
O Thou that walkest with nigh hopeless feetPast the one harbour, built for thee and thine.Doth no stray odour from ...
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