Cafes In Damascus (Letitia Elizabeth Landon Poems)
LANGUIDLY the night-wind blowethFrom the gardens round,Where the clear Barrada flowethWith a lulling sound.Not the lute-note's sweet shiverCan such music ...
LANGUIDLY the night-wind blowethFrom the gardens round,Where the clear Barrada flowethWith a lulling sound.Not the lute-note's sweet shiverCan such music ...
The wind it bloweth a-cold, a-cold,And the dreary Winter rain is falling;And over the desolate, drenched woldThe sad sea-voice is ...
BOOK IV.So did that youth choose Duty before Love:And so determination drove awayThe doubts that held him with ungainly checkWavering—for ...
September: ?gloga Nona. Hobbinol & Diggon Dauie.Hobbinol.Diggon Dauie, I bidde her god day: Or Diggon her is, or I missaye. ...
A QUIET, simple man was Abel Keene,He meant no harm, nor did he often mean;He kept a school of loud ...
A handful of workers seeking the star of a strong intent — A handful of heroes scattered to conquer a ...
Come, my little one, with me!There are wondrous sights to seeAs the evening shadows fall;In your pretty cap and gown,Don't ...
Methinks there's a geniusRoams in the mountains,Girdled with ivyAnd robed in wisteria,Lips ever smiling,Of noble demeanour,Driving the yellow pard,Tiger-attended,Couched in ...
If ever I marry, I'll marry a maid; To marry a widow, I am sore afraid: ...
I cannot praise thee. By his instrumentThe master sits, and moves nor foot nor hand;For see the organ-pipes this, that ...
Hollow a grave where the willows wave,And lay him under the grasses,Where the pitying breeze bloweth up from the seas,And ...
The wind of death, that softly blows The last warm petal from the rose, The last dry leaf from off ...
The Rock-a-By Lady from Hushaby streetComes stealing; comes creeping;The poppies they hang from her head to her feet,And each hath ...
" Svmer is icumen in Lhude sing cuccu! Groweth sed and bloweth med and spring'th th' wde nu. Sing cuccu! ...
I love thy skies, thy sunny mists,Thy fields, thy mountains hoar,Thy wind that bloweth where it lists—Thy will, I love ...
Somewhere a pine is green, Just where who knoweth, And in a garth unseen A rose-tree bloweth. These are ordained ...
Labor is wealth, in the sea the pearl groweth;Rich the queen s robe from the frail cocoon floweth;From the fine ...
Come, my little one, with me! There are wondrous sights to see As the evening shadows fall; In your pretty ...
'Twas at that hour of beauty when the setting sun squandereth his cloudy bed with rosy hues, to flood his ...
We cannot kindle when we will The fire which in the heart resides; The spirit bloweth and is still, In ...
The Drunkards in the street are calling one another, Heeding not the night-wind, great of heart and gay, - Publicans ...
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