The Rise Of Man (John White Chadwick Poems)
Thou for whose birth the whole creation yearnedThrough countless ages of the morning world,Who, first in fiery vapors dimly hurled,Next ...
Thou for whose birth the whole creation yearnedThrough countless ages of the morning world,Who, first in fiery vapors dimly hurled,Next ...
We will speak on; we will be heard; Though all earth's systems crack, We will not bate a single word, Nor take a ...
A luz do sol bate na lua...Bate na lua, cai no mar...Do mar ascende a face tua,Vem reluzir em teu ...
Thou, whose sweet youth and early hopes inhanceThy rate and price, and mark thee for a treasure,Hearken unto a Vesper, ...
September: ?gloga Nona. Hobbinol & Diggon Dauie.Hobbinol.Diggon Dauie, I bidde her god day: Or Diggon her is, or I missaye. ...
A week ago; only a little week:it seems so much much longer, though that dayis every morning still my yesterday;as ...
I Secret was the garden; Set i' the pathless awe Where no star its breath can draw. ...
As I cam in by Dunidier,An doun by Netherha,There was fifty thousand HielanmenA-marching to Harlaw. As I cam on, an ...
Full many a sinful notion Conceived of foreign powersHas come across the ocean To harm this land of ours;And heresies ...
Slumbering I lay in melancholy bed, Before the dawning of the sanguin light: When Eccho Shrill, or some Familiar Spright ...
Here I make oath--Although the heart that knows its bitternessHear loath,And credit less--That he who kens to meet Pain's kisses ...
The queen she sent to look for me, The sergeant he did say,'Young man, a soldier will you be For ...
Su luna de pergamino Preciosa tocando viene por un anfibio sendero de cristales y laureles. El silencio sin estrellas, huyendo ...
A wearied pilgrim I have wander'd here, Twice five-and-twenty, bate me but one year; Long I have lasted in this ...
Full many a sinful notion Conceived of foreign powers Has come across the ocean To harm this land of ours; ...
A Child's Story Hamelin Town's in Brunswick, By famous Hanover city; The river Weser, deep and wide, Washes its wall ...
Virtue, alas, now let me take some rest. Thou set'st a bate between my soul and wit. If vain love ...
There's a dashin' sort of boy Which they call his Party's Joy, And his smile-that-won't-come-off would quite disarm ye; And ...
XXII Cyriac, this three years' day these eyes, though clear, To outward view, of blemish or of spot, Bereft of ...
Cyriack, this three years' day these eyes, though clear, To outward view, of blemish or of spot, Bereft of light, ...
Cyriack, this three years day these eys, though clear To outward view, of blemish or of spot; Bereft of light ...
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