Endimion and Phoebe (excerpts) (Michael Drayton Poem)
In Ionia whence sprang old poets' fame, From whom that sea did first derive her name, The blessed bed whereon ...
In Ionia whence sprang old poets' fame, From whom that sea did first derive her name, The blessed bed whereon ...
Heart of France for a hundred years, Passionate, sensitive, proud, and strong, Quick to throb with her hopes and fears, ...
O garden isle, beloved by Sun and Sea, -- Whose bluest billows kiss thy curving bays, Whose amorous light enfolds ...
Children of the elemental mother, Born upon some lonely island shore Where the wrinkled ripples run and whisper, Where the ...
Glory of architect, glory of painter, and sculptor, and bard, Living forever in temple and picture and statue and song, ...
In a great land, a new land, a land full of labour and riches and confusion, Where there were many ...
Three times -- we parted -- Breath -- and I -- Three times -- He would not go -- But ...
She staked her Feathers -- Gained an Arc -- Debated -- Rose again -- This time -- beyond the estimate ...
Not knowing when the Dawn will come, I open every Door, Or has it Feathers, like a Bird, Or Billows, ...
How the old Mountains drip with Sunset How the Hemlocks burn -- How the Dun Brake is draped in Cinder ...
A single Clover Plank Was all that saved a Bee A Bee I personally knew From sinking in the sky ...
Talk to me of love with wonder in your eyes, of limber magic flying through the veiling air and soft-edged ...
The mystery of a smile that glows within your eyes and is framed in an innocent countenance passes not unheeded. ...
On Tiber's banks, Tiber, whose waters glide In slow meanders down to Gaigra's side; And circling all the horrid mountain ...
Where the rough Caigra rolls the surgy wave, Urging his thunders thro' the echoing cave; Where the sharp rocks, in ...
Recite the loves of Narva and Mored The priest of Chalma's triple idol said. High from the ground the youthful ...
Oh that those lips had language! Life has pass'd With me but roughly since I heard thee last. Those lips ...
The billows swell, the winds are high, Clouds overcast my wintry sky; Out of the depths to Thee I call, ...
Obscurest night involv'd the sky, Th' Atlantic billows roar'd, When such a destin'd wretch as I, Wash'd headlong from on ...
Hast thou a charm to stay the morning-star In his steep course? So long he seems to pause On thy ...
The First Voice HE trilled a carol fresh and free, He laughed aloud for very glee: There came a breeze ...
Tweedledee said to Alice, "You like poetry-" "Ye-es, pretty well-some poetry," Alice said doubtfully. "What shall I repeat to her," ...
You are so beautiful and I am a fool to be in love with you is a theme that keeps ...
AS slow I climb the cliff's ascending side, Much musing on the track of terror past When o'er the dark ...
ON these white cliffs, that calm above the flood Rear their o'er-shadowing heads, and at their feet Scarce hear the ...
On these white cliffs, that calm above the flood Uplift their shadowing heads, and, at their feet, Scarce hear the ...
Encase your legs in nylons, Bestride your hills with pylons O age without a soul; Away with gentle willows And ...
My soul is awakened, my spirit is soaring, And carried aloft on the wings of the breeze; For, above, and ...
My soul is awakened, my spirit is soaring And carried aloft on the wings of the breeze; For above and ...
I. THE GARDEN. ABOVE the city hung the moon, Right o'er a plot of ground Where flowers and orchard-trees were ...
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