The Eolian Harp (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
(Composed at Clevedon, Somersetshire) My pensive Sara! thy soft cheek reclined Thus on mine arm, most soothing sweet it is ...
(Composed at Clevedon, Somersetshire) My pensive Sara! thy soft cheek reclined Thus on mine arm, most soothing sweet it is ...
Let me introduce to you my poetry: it's an island flying from book to book searching for the page where ...
The sort of girl I like to see Smiles down from her great height at me. She stands in strong, ...
Kind o'er the kinderbank leans my Myfanwy, White o'er the playpen the sheen of her dress, Fresh from the bathroom ...
WHEN Jessie comes with her soft breast, And yields the golden keys, Then is it as if God caress'd Twin ...
I. THE GARDEN. ABOVE the city hung the moon, Right o'er a plot of ground Where flowers and orchard-trees were ...
THE linnet in the rocky dells, The moor-lark in the air, The bee among the heather bells That hide my ...
Shall Earth no more inspire thee, Thou lonely dreamer now ? Since passion may not fire thee Shall nature cease ...
When love has changed to kindliness -- Oh, love, our hungry lips, that press So tight that Time's an old ...
Mamua, when our laughter ends, And hearts and bodies, brown as white, Are dust about the doors of friends, Or ...
When love has changed to kindliness -- Oh, love, our hungry lips, that press So tight that Time's an old ...
Thou shalt no God but me adore: 'Twere too expensive to have more. No images nor idols make For Roger ...
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
Mirrors are not more silent nor the creeping dawn more secretive; in the moonlight, you are that panther we catch ...
CARRYING bouquet, and handkerchief, and gloves, Proud of her height as when she lived, she moves With all the careless ...
I. Dear, had the world in its caprice Deigned to proclaim ``I know you both, ``Have recognized your plighted troth, ...
After the movie, when the lights come up, He takes her powdered hand behind the wings; She, all in yellow, ...
Light flows our war of mocking words, and yet, Behold, with tears mine eyes are wet! I feel a nameless ...
Light flows our war of mocking words, and yet, Behold, with tears mine eyes are wet! I feel a nameless ...
He was the sort of man who wouldn't hurt a fly. Many flies are now alive while he is not. ...
O LEAVE novels, 1 ye Mauchline belles, Ye're safer at your spinning-wheel; Such witching books are baited hooks For rakish ...
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