Self-Interrogation (Emily Bronte Poem)
The evening passes fast away, 'Tis almost time to rest; What thoughts has left the vanished day, What feelings, in ...
The evening passes fast away, 'Tis almost time to rest; What thoughts has left the vanished day, What feelings, in ...
Come, take our boy, and we will go Before our cabin door; The winds shall bring us, as they blow, ...
Swings the way still by hollow and hill, And all the world's a song; "She's far," it sings me, "but ...
Freedom, as every schoolboy knows, Once shrieked as Kosciusko fell; On every wind, indeed, that blows I hear her yell. ...
"Oh yes, I went over to Edmonstoun the other day and saw Johnny, mooning around as usual! He will never ...
(For G. H.) Say, does that stupid earth Where they have laid her, Bind still her sullen mirth, Mirth which ...
Eternal Spirit of the chainless Mind! Brightest in dungeons, Liberty, thou art; For there thy habitation is the heart- The ...
THOU, Liberty, thou art my theme; Not such as idle poets dream, Who trick thee up a heathen goddess That ...
Choose your obsessions For they are unworthy possessions Trojan horses They bind you Without you realizing They hinder your natural ...
Now, when the moon slid under the cloud And the cold clear dark of starlight fell, He heard in his ...
Once upon a time, in the land of Hush-A-Bye, Around about the wondrous days of yore, They came across a ...
Go, for they call you, shepherd, from the hill; Go, shepherd, and untie the wattled cotes! No longer leave thy ...
We were apart; yet, day by day, I bade my heart more constant be. I bade it keep the world ...
THE SUN had clos'd the winter day, The curless quat their roarin play, And hunger'd maukin taen her way, To ...
KILMARNOCK wabsters, fidge an' claw, An' pour your creeshie nations; An' ye wha leather rax an' draw, Of a' denominations; ...
The nameless shadowy female rose from out the breast of Orc, Her snaky hair brandishing in the winds of Enitharmon; ...
1. In terrors Los shrunk from his task: His great hammer fell from his hand: His fires beheld, and sickening, ...
The vision of Christ that thou dost see Is my vision's greatest enemy. Thine has a great hook nose like ...
MY Spectre around me night and day Like a wild beast guards my way; My Emanation far within Weeps incessantly ...
Love seeketh not Itself to please. Nor for itself hath any care; But for another gives its ease. And builds ...
"Love seeketh not itself to please, Nor for itself hath any care, But for another gives its ease, And builds ...
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