Sonnet To Love (Helen Maria Williams Poems)
AH , Love! ere yet I knew thy fatal power,Bright glow'd the colour of my youthful days,As on the sultry ...
AH , Love! ere yet I knew thy fatal power,Bright glow'd the colour of my youthful days,As on the sultry ...
In the street Vuk Karadzicwith the cornertwo men curve steel stems.It is a little the work of the poet.Iron like ...
A TALE OF THE TAURIDE.Mute sat Giray, with downcast eye, As though some spell in sorrow bound him,His slavish courtiers ...
The blazing rays of sunshine, little by little, condense; and the South Wind, with its swirls of dust, returns and ...
You come along. . . tearing your shirt. . . yelling about Jesus. Where do you ...
LOV'D me! There needs, indeed, a voice from heaven,Fraught with some message of supernal potence,To teach me, Holy Father, that ...
I England, my mother, Lift to my western sweetheart ...
I. PEACE to the odalisque, the facile slave, Whose unrespective love rewards the brave, Or cherishes the coward; she who ...
THERE was a lion in JudahWhich whelped, and was Mark.But winged.A lion with wings.At least at Venice.Even as late as ...
Oh, man must dream of gladness wherever his pathways lead,And a hint of something better is written in every creed;And ...
Hooves in the air, and the archOf a scarletstoned throat,And the fatal firepoolOf buildings drugged on sunset:Foreigners expelledFrom the kingdom ...
Gather the leaves from the forest And blow them over the world,The wind of winter follows The wind of autumn ...
Shall I give you white currants? I do not know why, but I have a sudden fancy for this fruit. ...
EXAMPLE often proves of sov'reign use; At other times it cherishes abuse; 'Tis not my purpose, howsoe'er, to tell Which ...
Had this one Day not been. Or could it cease to be How smitten, how superfluous, Were every other Day! ...
I. The morn when first it thunders in March, The eel in the pond gives a leap, they say: As ...
Let Elizur rejoice with the Partridge, who is a prisoner of state and is proud of his keepers. Let Shedeur ...
For a Man is to be looked upon in that which he excells as on a prospect. For there be ...
YOU come along. . . tearing your shirt. . . yelling about Jesus. Where do you get that stuff? What ...
WHERE o'er my head, the deaf'ning Tempest blew, And Night's cold lamp cast forth a feeble ray; Where o'er the ...
O! How can LOVE exulting Reason queil! How fades each nobler passion from his gaze! E'en Fame, that cherishes the ...
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