The Growth of Love (Robert Seymour Bridges Poem)
1 They that in play can do the thing they would, Having an instinct throned in reason's place, --And every ...
1 They that in play can do the thing they would, Having an instinct throned in reason's place, --And every ...
We waited commonly for sleep or even death. The instances were wearisome as ages. But suddenly the wind's refreshing breath ...
A Short Poem or Else Not Say I True pleasure breathes not city air, Nor in Art's temples dwells, In ...
Indeed I live in the dark ages! A guileless word is an absurdity. A smooth forehead betokens A hard heart. ...
To him who in the love of nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language; for ...
Oh! could I hope the wise and pure in heart Might hear my song without a frown, nor deem My ...
1.1 Lo now! four other acts upon the stage, 1.2 Childhood, and Youth, the Manly, and Old-age. 1.3 The first: ...
1 Sometime now past in the Autumnal Tide, 2 When Ph{oe}bus wanted but one hour to bed, 3 The trees ...
Black trees against an orange sky, Trees that the wind shook terribly, Like a harsh spume along the road, Quavering ...
ADVERTISEMENT "The grand army of the Turks, (in 1715), under the Prime Vizier, to open to themselves a way into ...
BY QUEVEDO REDIVIVUS SUGGESTED BY THE COMPOSITION SO ENTITLED BY THE AUTHOR OF 'WAT TYLER' 'A Daniel come to judgment! ...
I stood beside the grave of him who blazed The comet of a season, and I saw The humblest of ...
I love the naked ages long ago When statues were gilded by Apollo, When men and women of agility Could ...
There's a palace in Florence, the world knows well, And a statue watches it from the square, And this story ...
An imaginary composer.] I. Hist, but a word, fair and soft! Forth and be judged, Master Hugues! Answer the question ...
There's a palace in Florence, the world knows well, And a statue watches it from the square, And this story ...
I. She should never have looked at me If she meant I should not love her! There are plenty ... ...
Would that the structure brave, the manifold music I build, Bidding my organ obey, calling its keys to their work, ...
I. Stand still, true poet that you are! I know you; let me try and draw you. Some night you'll ...
O God, where does this tend-these struggling aims? What would I have? What is this 'sleep', which seems To bound ...
I. Beautiful Evelyn Hope is dead! Sit and watch by her side an hour. That is her book-shelf, this her ...
I. Said Abner, ``At last thou art come! Ere I tell, ere thou speak, ``Kiss my cheek, wish me well!'' ...
I. I dream of a red-rose tree. And which of its roses three Is the dearest rose to me? II. ...
(PIANO DI SORRENTO.) Fortu, Frotu, my beloved one, Sit here by my side, On my knees put up both little ...
That second time they hunted me From hill to plain, from shore to sea, And Austria, hounding far and wide ...
I Where the quiet-coloured end of evening smiles Miles and miles On the solitary pastures where our sheep Half-asleep Tinkle ...
DEAR SMITH, the slee'st, pawkie thief, That e'er attempted stealth or rief! Ye surely hae some warlock-brief Owre human hearts; ...
THE LAMP of day, with-ill presaging glare, Dim, cloudy, sank beneath the western wave; Th' inconstant blast howl'd thro' the ...
At six o'clock we were waiting for coffee, waiting for coffee and the charitable crumb that was going to be ...
There are too many waterfalls here; the crowded streams hurry too rapidly down to the sea, and the pressure of ...
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