Sonnets LVI:LVII: LVIII: True Woman (Dante Gabriel Rossetti Poems)
I. HERSELFTo be a sweetness more desired than Spring;A bodily beauty more acceptableThan the wild rose-tree's arch that crowns the ...
I. HERSELFTo be a sweetness more desired than Spring;A bodily beauty more acceptableThan the wild rose-tree's arch that crowns the ...
The Jewish king now walks at large and sound,Yet of our emissary Malzah hear we nothing:Go now, sweet spirit, and, ...
On a hill-top brown it stands:One side, open tablelands Stretch to meet the sky:On the other, winding dales,Prospects fair ...
We lying by seasand, watching yellowAnd the grave sea, mock who derideWho follow the red rivers, hollowAlcove of words out ...
AUTUMN with solemn step draws near,Sober evening of the year;When the trees are half embrown'd,And falling leaves bestrew the ground.What ...
Not by one measure mayst thou mete our love;For how should I be loved as I love thee?-I, graceless, joyless, ...
AMONG the bushes' clustered gold we found An alcove too quiet for whispering And flung ourselves on the comforting ground, ...
When I am in New York, I like to drop around at night, To visit with my honest, genial friends, ...
My maternal grandparents were snowbirds; the scent of their plumage an evergreen air freshener dangling off the rearview mirror of ...
Kind o'er the kinderbank leans my Myfanwy, White o'er the playpen the sheen of her dress, Fresh from the bathroom ...
SHE will not sleep, for fear of dreams, But, rising, quits her restless bed, And walks where some beclouded beams ...
SOFTLY as brown-eyed Angels rove I will return to thy alcove, And glide upon the night to thee, Treading the ...
There's a palace in Florence, the world knows well, And a statue watches it from the square, And this story ...
There's a palace in Florence, the world knows well, And a statue watches it from the square, And this story ...
Much wine had passed, with grave discourse Of who fucks who, and who does worse (Such as you usually do ...
1. Old Man Old man, it's four flights up and for what? Your room is hardly bigger than your bed. ...
One night one night all full of murmurings, of perfumes and music of wings; one night in which fantastic fireflies ...
A-sitttin' on a cracker box an' spittin' in the stove, I took a sudden notion that I'd kindo' like to ...
I Flat as a drum-head stretch the haggard snows; The mighty skies are palisades of light; The stars are blurred; ...
Speaking of marvels, I am alive together with you, when I might have been alive with anyone under the sun, ...
The chrysolites and rubies Bacchus brings To crown the feast where swells the broad-vein'd brow, Where maidens blush at what ...
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