Epithalamion Made At Lincoln’s Inn (John Donne Poems)
IHAIL sun-beams in the east are spread ;Leave, leave, fair bride, your solitary bed ; No more shall you return to ...
IHAIL sun-beams in the east are spread ;Leave, leave, fair bride, your solitary bed ; No more shall you return to ...
Oh, would that she were here,These hills and dales among,Where vocal groves are gayly mockedBy Echo's airy tongue:Where jocund nature ...
Spirit of Dreams! When many a toilsome heightShut paradise from exiled Adam's sight,Two wedded powers were given thenceforth to strayOn ...
THE POETRY OF CHAUCER Grey with all honours of age! but fresh-featured and ruddy As dawn when the drowsy farm-yard ...
To the solemn abyss leads the terrible path, The life and death winding dizzy between;In thy desolate way, grim with ...
Keen as an eagle whose flight towards the dim empyreanFearless of toil or fatigue ever royally wends!Vast in the cloud-coloured ...
From the depth of the dreamy decline of the dawn through a notable nimbus of nebulous noonshine, Pallid and pink ...
To the solemn abyss leads the terrible path, The life and death winding dizzy between; In thy desolate way, grim ...
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