Time (George Herbert Poems)
Meeting with Time, slack thing, said I, Thy sithe is dull; whet it for shame.No marvell Sir, he did replie,If ...
Meeting with Time, slack thing, said I, Thy sithe is dull; whet it for shame.No marvell Sir, he did replie,If ...
I knew she would come! Sarcastic November Laughed cold and glum On the last ...
WHERE shall ye lay me? not in foreign climes, Where stranger winds would sadly waft the unaccustom'd chimes; Where my ...
Bright as the speckled salmon of the wave! Dubh-Ghiola ! panic of the branded brave; With thee would I combine, ...
Little cramped words scrawling all over the paperLike draggled fly's legs,What can you tell of the flaring moonThrough the ...
I ride on the mountain tops, I ride; I have found my life and am satisfied. I ride on the ...
Your door is shut against my tightened face,And I am sharp as steel with discontent;But I possess the courage and ...
Part First Frau Concert-Meister Altgelt shut the door. A storm was rising, heavy gusts of wind Swirled through the trees, ...
Up attic, Lucas Harrison, God rest his frugal bones, once kept a tidy account by knifecut of some long-gone harvest. ...
Let the light of late afternoon shine through chinks in the barn, moving up the bales as the sun moves ...
THE boat is chafing at our long delay, And we must leave too soon The spicy sea-pinks and the inborne ...
Let Us play Yesterday -- I -- the Girl at school -- You -- and Eternity -- the Untold Tale ...
What is Africa to me: Copper sun or scarlet sea, Jungle star or jungle track, Strong bronzed men, or regal ...
A region desolate and wild. Black, chafing water: and afloat, And lonely as a truant child In a waste wood, ...
Ye ancient Maids, who ne'er must prove The early joys of youth and love, Whose names grim Fate (to whom ...
1 SAUNTERING the pavement, or riding the country by-road-lo! such faces! Faces of friendship, precision, caution, suavity, ideality; The spiritual, ...
O purblind race of miserable men, How many among us at this very hour Do forge a life-long trouble for ...
A prince I was, blue-eyed, and fair in face, Of temper amorous, as the first of May, With lengths of ...
(From the early Anglo-Saxon text) May I for my own self song's truth reckon, Journey's jargon, how I in harsh ...
After two sittings, now our Lady State To end her picture does the third time wait. But ere thou fall'st ...
Your door is shut against my tightened face, And I am sharp as steel with discontent; But I possess the ...
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