THE Complaint of a Lover (Anne Killigrew Poem)
SEest thou younder craggy Rock, Whose Head o'er-looks the swelling Main, Where never Shepherd fed his Flock, Or careful Peasant ...
SEest thou younder craggy Rock, Whose Head o'er-looks the swelling Main, Where never Shepherd fed his Flock, Or careful Peasant ...
(A. D. 1200) Of all the trees that grow so fair, Old England to adorn, Greater are none beneath the ...
Muse of my native land! loftiest Muse! O first-born on the mountains! by the hues Of heaven on the spiritual ...
Old Meg she was a Gipsy, And liv'd upon the Moors: Her bed it was the brown heath turf, And ...
ENDYMION. A Poetic Romance. "THE STRETCHED METRE OF AN AN ANTIQUE SONG." INSCRIBED TO THE MEMORY OF THOMAS CHATTERTON. Book ...
I Saw old Autumn in the misty morn Stand shadowless like Silence, listening To silence, for no lonely bird would ...
XLVI Bring, in this timeless grave to throw No cypress, sombre on the snow; Snap not from the bitter yew ...
Down with the rosemary and bays, Down with the misletoe; Instead of holly, now up-raise The greener box, for show. ...
Portion of this yew Is a man my grandsire knew, Bosomed here at its foot: This branch may be his ...
The rich, full, round rhododendron bloom hidden, nestled snug behind the yew, full green deep forest, radiant chartreuse where the ...
Little bits of memories, most over forty years old bouncing up against one another spilling into my present consciousness a ...
Color mismatch Movement out of place A short, broke yew, late in the summer Dark green, Leather skin Shiny Broken ...
LAY a garland on my herse Of the dismal yew; Maidens, willow branches bear; Say, I died true. My love ...
Why was that baleful Creature made, Which seeks our Quiet to invade, And screams ill Omens through the Shade? 'Twas, ...
I Time present and time past Are both perhaps present in time future, And time future contained in time past. ...
I Because I do not hope to turn again Because I do not hope Because I do not hope to ...
Fair stood the wind for France, When we our sails advance; Nor now to prove our chance Longer will tarry; ...
FAIR stood the wind for France When we our sails advance, Nor now to prove our chance Longer will tarry; ...
Fair stood the wind for France When we our sails advance, Nor now to prove our chance Longer will tarry; ...
From citron-bower be her bed, cut from branch of tree a-flower, fashioned for her maidenhead. From Lydian apples, sweet of ...
Velvet soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew ...
Hear me, Lord of the Stars! For thee I have worshipped ever With stains and sorrows and scars, With joyful, ...
I am that hawk of gold Proud in adamantine poise On the pillars of torqoise, See,beyond ...
Velvet soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew ...
Hear me, Lord of the Stars! For thee I have worshipped ever With stains and sorrows and scars, With joyful, ...
I am that hawk of gold Proud in adamantine poise On the pillars of torqoise, See,beyond ...
Christmass is come and every hearth Makes room to give him welcome now Een want will dry its tears in ...
The bells of waiting Advent ring, The Tortoise stove is lit again And lamp-oil light across the night Has caught ...
Strew on her roses, roses, And never a spray of yew! In quiet she reposes; Ah, would that I did ...
I 'But where do you go?' said the lady, while both sat under the yew, And her eyes were alive ...
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