Youth And Age (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
Verse, a Breeze 'mid blossoms straying, Where HOPE clung feeding, like a bee-- Both were mine ! Life went a-maying ...
Verse, a Breeze 'mid blossoms straying, Where HOPE clung feeding, like a bee-- Both were mine ! Life went a-maying ...
Late, late yestreen I saw the new Moon, With the old Moon in her arms ; And I fear, I ...
The trees in the garden rained flowers. Children ran there joyously. They gathered the flowers Each to himself. Now there ...
When once the sun sinks in the west, And dewdrops pearl the evening's breast; Almost as pale as moonbeams are, ...
Far spread the moorey ground a level scene Bespread with rush and one eternal green That never felt the rage ...
Come queen of months in company Wi all thy merry minstrelsy The restless cuckoo absent long And twittering swallows chimney ...
Up this green woodland-ride let's softly rove, And list the nightingale- she dwells just here. Hush ! let the wood-gate ...
This is a day of happiness, sweet peace, And heavenly sunshine; upon which conven'd In full assembly fair, once more ...
Nature, when she made thee, dear, Begged the treasures of the year. For thy cheeks, all pink and white, Spring ...
What is she writing? Watch her now, How fast her fingers move ! How eagerly her youthful brow Is bent ...
The blue bell is the sweetest flower That waves in summer air; Its blossoms have the mightiest power To soothe ...
How still, how happy! Those are words That once would scarce agree together; I loved the plashing of the surge ...
Love is like the wild rose-briar, Friendship like the holly-tree -- The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms But ...
The country ever has a lagging Spring, Waiting for May to call its violets forth, And June its roses--showers and ...
It is a sultry day; the sun has drank The dew that lay upon the morning grass, There is no ...
White blossoms of the pear and a woman in moonlight reading a letter. (Yosa Buson)
A bat flits in moonlight above the plum blossoms. (Yosa Buson)
THE AUTOPSY OF TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA This is the autopsy of Trout Fishing in America as if Trout Fishing ...
I like to think (and the sooner the better!) of a cybernetic meadow where mammels and computers live together in ...
The oak tree: not interested in cherry blossoms. (Matsuo Basho)
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
THOU, O my Grief, be wise and tranquil still, The eve is thine which even now drops down, To carry ...
THE Moon more indolently dreams to-night Than a fair woman on her couch at rest, Caressing, with a hand distraught ...
ANDROMACHE, I think of you! The stream, The poor, sad mirror where in bygone days Shone all the majesty of ...
The prophetic tribe of the ardent eyes Yesterday they took the road, holding their babies On their backs, delivering to ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
I. THE FLOWER'S NAME Here's the garden she walked across, Arm in my arm, such a short while since: Hark, ...
Oh, to be in England Now that April's there, And whoever wakes in England Sees, some morning, unaware, That the ...
SAD thy tale, thou idle page, And rueful thy alarms: Death tears the brother of her love From Isabella's arms. ...
THE LAMP of day, with-ill presaging glare, Dim, cloudy, sank beneath the western wave; Th' inconstant blast howl'd thro' the ...
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