The Cageing Of Ares (George Meredith Poems)
How big of breast our Mother Gaea laughedAt sight of her ...
How big of breast our Mother Gaea laughedAt sight of her ...
WHO INSISTED ON THE AUTHOR'S WRITING A POEM, ONMEETING BY APPOINTMENT WITH HER AND THREEOTHER LADIES AT AN INN ON ...
OF manufactures, trade, inventions rare,Steam-towers and looms, you'd know our Borough's share -'Tis small: we boast not these rich subjects ...
ONE morn, when Twilight, matron grey,Hung fondly yet o'er infant Day,Sudden, with tempered radiance bright,Throughout the Hall a rosy lightBeams ...
HOW lightly men can love, how soon forget! I said--yet some there be not false or fickle: For one, the ...
RELENTLESS war, must still thy dreaded callThe tender lover from his mistress part?From beauty's eyes bid tears of anguish fall,And ...
Let India boast her spicy trees, whose fruit and gorgeous bloom Give, to each faint and languid breez, its rich ...
Though siller Tweed rin o'er the lea, An' dark the Dee 'mang Highland heather, Yet siller Tweed ...
Awake, my harp! a song for thee,While the mellow tinge of sunset lingers;'Tis an eve of June! and the sweets ...
SOFTLY , Evening shades the skies,Quick the golden lustre flies;Calm we see the day retire,While Evening's sober thoughts inspire.Pensive pleasures ...
Toil, toil, toil,Ever, unceasingly;The sun gets up, and the sun goes down,Alike in the city, in field or town,He brings ...
My body answers you, my bloodLeaps at your maddening, piercing callThe fierce notes startle, and the veilOf this dull present ...
Written on the anniversary of her marriage. ON this blest day may no dark cloud, or shower,With envious shade the ...
Sometimes I see, in dreams astray from sleep, The blessed vision of a better lot Than such as we, poor ...
So seriously, so purposely saying the words, fulfilling them as well "In this house, in this kitchen, the first ingredient ...
Apparently with no surprise To any happy Flower The Frost beheads it at its play -- In accidental power -- ...
And art thou he, now "fallen on evil days," And changed indeed! Yet what do this sunk cheek, These thinner ...
That's my last duchess painted on the wall, Looking as if she were alive. I call That piece a wonder, ...
THOU flatt'ring mark of friendship kind, Still may thy pages call to mind The dear, the beauteous donor; Tho' sweetly ...
Chloe, In verse by your command I write. Shortly you'll bid me ride astride, and fight: These talents better with ...
How this tart fable instructs And mocks! Here's the parody of that moral mousetrap Set in the proverbs stitched on ...
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