I Loved Thee, Atthis, in the Long Ago (Bliss Carman Poem)
(Sappho XXIII) I loved thee, Atthis, in the long ago, When the great oleanders were in flower In the broad ...
(Sappho XXIII) I loved thee, Atthis, in the long ago, When the great oleanders were in flower In the broad ...
Nero was not worried when he heard the prophecy of the Delphic Oracle. "Let him fear the seventy three years." ...
At the back of the noisy café bent over a table sits an old man; a newspaper in front of ...
We will make our meek adjustments, Contented with such random consolations As the wind deposits In slithered and too ample ...
This Sycamore, oft musical with bees,-- Such tents the Patriarchs loved ! O long unharmed May all its ag?d boughs ...
Beneath the blaze of a tropical sun the mountain peaks are the Thrones of Frost, through the absence of objects ...
Ere the birth of my life, if I wished it or no No question was asked me--it could not be ...
Resembles Life what once was held of Light, Too ample in itself for human sight ? An absolute Self--an element ...
Love is no more. It died as the mind dies: the pure desire Relinquishing the blissful form it wore, The ...
Observe, my child, this pretty scene, And note the air of pleasure keen With which the widow's orphan boy Toots ...
I. THE GARDEN. ABOVE the city hung the moon, Right o'er a plot of ground Where flowers and orchard-trees were ...
A Short Poem or Else Not Say I True pleasure breathes not city air, Nor in Art's temples dwells, In ...
The roses of Love glad the garden of life, Though nurtur'd 'mid weeds dropping pestilent dew, Till Time crops the ...
River, that rollest by the ancient walls, Where dwells the lady of my love, when she Walks by thy brink, ...
NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk. A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith! We ...
That's my last duchess painted on the wall, Looking as if she were alive. I call That piece a wonder, ...
ADMIRING Nature in her wildest grace, These northern scenes with weary feet I trace; O'er many a winding dale and ...
Happy the lab'rer in his Sunday clothes! In light-drab coat, smart waistcoat, well-darn'd hose, Andhat upon his head, to church ...
In measured verse I'll now rehearse The charms of lovely Anna: And, first, her mind is unconfined Like any vast ...
Strew on her roses, roses, And never a spray of yew! In quiet she reposes; Ah, would that I did ...
O THOU, who in the heavens does dwell, Who, as it pleases best Thysel', Sends ane to heaven an' ten ...
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