Amours De Voyage, Canto II (Arthur Hugh Clough Poems)
Is it illusion? or does there a spirit from perfecter ages, Here, even yet, amid loss, change, and corruption abide? ...
Is it illusion? or does there a spirit from perfecter ages, Here, even yet, amid loss, change, and corruption abide? ...
How calm the spangled city spread below! How cool the night! How fair the starry skies! How sweet the dewy ...
VHEN sommer drees shake fort deir leafs, Ash maids shake out deir locks, Und singen mit de rifulets, Vitch ripplen ...
Ah me! for all my toil and search, And rhyming, till the muse grow surly,I doubt I ne'er shall hook ...
FIVE mites of monads dwelt in a round drop That twinkled on a leaf by a pool in the sun. ...
Wish ye, sons of Alma Mater, Long lost laurels to replace? Listen to a stout old Pater, Once ...
A vision of flushed faces, shining limbs, The madness of the music that entrances All life ...
A vision of flushed faces, shining limbs, The madness of the music that entrances All life ...
To Jena Woodhouse This way of minutes miserably mixed With their own blinks misunderstood By birds and trees, this eye-born ...
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