Solitude (John Wilson Poems)
O vale of visionary rest!-Hushed as the grave it liesWith heaving banks of tenderest greenYet brightly, happily serene,As cloud-vale of ...
O vale of visionary rest!-Hushed as the grave it liesWith heaving banks of tenderest greenYet brightly, happily serene,As cloud-vale of ...
WHERE the pheasant roosts at night,Lonely, drowsy, out of sight,Where the evening breezes sighSolitary, there stray I.Close along the shaded ...
Sing muse! of Saville and the direful dayWhen beauty fell, to ruthless hands a prey;And life a sacrifice to savage ...
Awake, my muse, ye goodly sights among,The land of Boone and Kenton claims my song.Thro' other scenes our lovers take ...
Subtly conscious, all awake,Let us clear our eyes, and breakThrough the cloudy chrysalis,See the wonder as it is.Down a narrow ...
Der Schulfreund wird nie vergessen."—Jean PaulYour Edinburgh is well enough— Stone picture of the past and present;But we have in ...
THERE is a sheeling hidden in the wood Unknown to all save God; An ancient ash-tree and a hazel-bush Their ...
MY good blade carves the casques of men, My tough lance thrusteth sure, My strength is as the ...
I.A thousand houses of poesy stand around me everywhere;They fill the earth and they fill my thought, they are in ...
O, summer day, pour down your love, That I may idly lieAnd watch the happy clouds that move— The Mercuries ...
When first the young year inhales the sweetened air,And painted landscapes kiss her tender feet,The constant throat of music everywhereIs ...
Little Gorilla, why do you look so sad? . . .Are you thinking about the glorious times that you hadIn ...
The morn is cold. A whiteness newly broughtLightly and loosely powders every place,The panes among yon trees that eastward faceFlash ...
(From The Jungle Book) Here we go in a flung festoon, Half-way up to the jealous moon! Don't you envy ...
Hark, hearer, hear what I do; lend a thought now, make believe We are leafwhelmed somewhere with the hood Of ...
Towery city and branchy between towers; Cuckoo-echoing, bell-swarmèd, lark-charmèd, rook-racked, river-rounded; The dapple-eared lily below thee; that country and town ...
WHERE the pheasant roosts at night, Lonely, drowsy, out of sight, Where the evening breezes sigh Solitary, there stray I. ...
As some vast Tropic tree, itself a wood, That crests its Head with clouds, beneath the flood Feeds its deep ...
Of the old house, only a few, crumbled Courses of brick, smothered in nettle and dock, Or a shaped stone ...
Once more the gate behind me falls; Once more before my face I see the moulder'd Abbey-walls, That stand within ...
MY good blade carves the casques of men, My tough lance thrusteth sure, My strength is as the strength of ...
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