The Wild Rose (George Meredith Poems)
High climbs June's wild rose,Her bush all blooms in a swarm;And swift from the bud she blows,In a day when ...
High climbs June's wild rose,Her bush all blooms in a swarm;And swift from the bud she blows,In a day when ...
Yes ! I answered you last night ; " No !" this morning, Sir, I say ! Colours, seen ...
Not here the grace of the sonnet's flow,The blithe ballade and the smooth rondeau,The minstrel's tale and the wooer's sighs,And ...
I wish we could live as the flowers live, To breathe and to bloom in the summer and sun; To ...
O divine star of Heaven,Thou in power above the seven; Thou, O gentle Queen, that art Curer of each wounded ...
O SORROW! Why dost borrow The natural hue of health, from vermeil lips?-- To give maiden blushes To the white ...
O Sovereign power of love! O grief! O balm! All records, saving thine, come cool, and calm, And shadowy, through ...
Muse of my native land! loftiest Muse! O first-born on the mountains! by the hues Of heaven on the spiritual ...
THOUGH I waste watches framing words to fetter Some spirit to mine own in clasp and kiss, Out of the ...
THE queen in the lofty hall takes her place, The tapers around her are flaming; She speaks to the page: ...
THE soul of man Resembleth water: From heaven it cometh, To heaven it soareth. And then again To earth descendeth, ...
THERE was a wooer blithe and gay, A son of France was he,-- Who in his arms for many a ...
WHAT various ways in which a thing is told Some truth abuse, while others fiction hold; In stories we invention ...
Sent to a friend who had complained that I was glad enough to see him when he came, but didn't ...
LAST May, a braw wooer cam doun the lang glen, And sair wi' his love he did deave me; I ...
THERE'S Auld Rob Morris that wons in yon glen, He's the King o' gude fellows, and wale o' auld men; ...
"Yes," I answered you last night; "No," this morning, Sir, I say. Colours seen by candlelight, Will not look the ...
BOOK FIRST. I. ALL valor died not on the plains of Troy. Awake, my Muse, awake! be thine the joy ...
Laura! a sunrise seems to break Where'er thy happy looks may glow. Joy sheds its roses o'er thy cheek, Thy ...
Never love a simple lad, Guard against a wise, Shun a timid youth and sad, Hide from haunted eyes. Never ...
Red lips are not so red As the stained stones kissed by the English dead. Kindness of wooed and wooer ...
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