The Conversation Of Eiros And Charmion (Edgar Allan Poe Poems)
I will bring fire to thee.Euripides.-'Androm'.'Eiros'.Why do you call me Eiros?'Charmion'.So henceforward will you always be called. You must forget,too, ...
I will bring fire to thee.Euripides.-'Androm'.'Eiros'.Why do you call me Eiros?'Charmion'.So henceforward will you always be called. You must forget,too, ...
Sword of Common Sense! -Our surest gift: the sacred chainOf man to man: firm earth for trustIn structures vowed to ...
Scene I.The great Hall of Wynhavod House. The walls hung with old portraits, arms, trophies of the chase, and a ...
'Twas night, and now advanc'd the solemn hour;The keeper of the prison, from his tow'r, Astonish'd, sees a form divinely ...
Once upon a midnight chilling, as I held my feet unwillingO'er a tub of scalding water, at a heat of ...
What doesn't enter then my slumbering mind?-DerzhavinIOctober has arrived - the woods have tossedTheir final leaves from naked branches;A breath ...
Fair Cloe! when thou deign'st to come,To any neighb'ring Rout or Drum;The Belles who shin'd before so bright,Dazzl'd each Petit ...
This morning saw I, fled the shower,The earth reclining in a lull of power:The heavens, pursuing not their path,Lay stretched ...
An agitation of the air, A perturbation of the light Admonished me the unloved year Would turn on its hinge ...
IN ev'ry age, at Naples, we are told, Intrigue and gallantry reign uncontrolled; With beauteous objects in abundance blessed. No ...
Land lies in water; it is shadowed green. Shadows, or are they shallows, at its edges showing the line of ...
This is going to cost you. If you really want to hear a country fiddle, you have to listen hard, ...
Butter, like love, seems common enough yet has so many imitators. I held a brick of it, heavy and cool, ...
MYSELF and mine gymnastic ever, To stand the cold or heat-to take good aim with a gun-to sail a boat-to ...
From the depth of the dreamy decline of the dawn through a notable nimbus of nebulous noonshine, Pallid and pink ...
High, on the Solitude of Alpine Hills, O'er-topping the grand imag'ry of Nature, Where one eternal winter seem'd to reign; ...
The senseless years' extinguished mirth and laughter Oppress me like some hazy morning-after. But sadness of days past, as alcohol ...
I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions. Whatever I see I swallow immediately Just as it is, unmisted ...
Annie Marshall was a foundling, and lived in Downderry, And was trained up by a coast-guardsman, kind-hearted and merry And ...
Holland, that scarce deserves the name of Land, As but th'Off-scouring of the Brittish Sand; And so much Earth as ...
No more of talk where God or Angel guest With Man, as with his friend, familiar us'd, To sit indulgent, ...
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