The Lovers. A Poem (John Logan Poems)
The lovers, in the following poem, were descended of houses that had been long at variance. The Lady is first ...
The lovers, in the following poem, were descended of houses that had been long at variance. The Lady is first ...
But oh, I suppose she was ugly; she wasn't elegant;I hadn't yearned for her often in my prayers.Yet holding her ...
ALTON.YOU see that man with the quick eyes and brow,Too ponderous almost for his slender frame,His dark locks tinged with ...
Sad solitary Thought, who keep'st thy vigils.Thy solemn vigils, in the sick man's mind;Communing lonely with his sinking soul,And musing ...
OH Cup-bearer, set my glass afireWith the light of wine! oh minstrel, sing:The world fulfilleth my heart's desire!Reflected within the ...
I will throw by my book. The weariness Of too much study presses on my brain, And thought's close fetter binds upon ...
HENCE ! hence, each myrtle, rose, and twining wreath,And all the fictions maddening poets give!Oh! who in such an atmosphere ...
The fairest blossom of the lightWas nurtured in the womb of Night,An alien to the Sun;And to her bosom must ...
_P_. Farewell to Europe, and at once farewellTo all the follies which in Europe dwell;To Eastern India now, a richer ...
THE VANITIE OF THE VVORLD. The Abnegation.ARGUMENT. What's potent Opulencie? What's remiss Voluptuousness? World, what's All This, To That the ...
O, Voice of time! O, metal's clang!Your dreadful call distresses me,Your groan doth beckon, beckon meIt beckons, brings me closer ...
PALE sorrow's cloud rests on my Muse's bow'r, And mourns the drooping of each vernal flow'r;"Their early fall," she ...
Friendship needs no studied phrases,Polished face, or winning wiles;Friendship deals no lavish praises,Friendship dons no surface smiles.Friendship follows nature's diction,Shuns ...
DESCRIPTION OF APATHY.IS there a gloomy cavern where, remote,The weary soul, secluded from the world,Each fond attraction broken, rests secure?'Tis ...
Say, if such blandishments did ever greetThy charmed soul; hast thou not crav'd to die?Hast not thine immaterial seem'd but ...
Now Jones had left his new-wed bride to keep his house in order, And hied away to the Hurrum Hills ...
So there stood Matthew Arnold and this girl With the cliffs of England crumbling away behind them, And he said ...
The surest thing there is is we are riders, And though none too successful at it, guiders, Through everything presented, ...
In pious times, ere priest-craft did begin, Before polygamy was made a sin; When man, on many, multipli'd his kind, ...
The roses of Love glad the garden of life, Though nurtur'd 'mid weeds dropping pestilent dew, Till Time crops the ...
Take the name of the swain, a forlorn witless elf Who was chang'd to a flow'r for admiring himself. A ...
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