Gilbert (Charlotte Bronte Poem)
I. THE GARDEN. ABOVE the city hung the moon, Right o'er a plot of ground Where flowers and orchard-trees were ...
I. THE GARDEN. ABOVE the city hung the moon, Right o'er a plot of ground Where flowers and orchard-trees were ...
Come, let us tell the weeds in ditches How we are poor, who once had riches, And lie out in ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
BY QUEVEDO REDIVIVUS SUGGESTED BY THE COMPOSITION SO ENTITLED BY THE AUTHOR OF 'WAT TYLER' 'A Daniel come to judgment! ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
There's a palace in Florence, the world knows well, And a statue watches it from the square, And this story ...
Christ God who savest man, save most Of men Count Gismond who saved me! Count Gauthier, when he chose his ...
There's a palace in Florence, the world knows well, And a statue watches it from the square, And this story ...
Never any more, While I live, Need I hope to see his face As before. Once his love grown chill, ...
NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk. A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith! We ...
I What's become of Waring Since he gave us all the slip, Chose land-travel or seafaring, Boots and chest, or ...
Now can you see the monument? It is of wood built somewhat like a box. No. Built like several boxes ...
Well, as you say, we live for small horizons: We move in crowds, we flow and talk together, Seeing so ...
You read-what is it, then that you are reading? What music moves so silently in your mind? Your bright hand ...
As Parmigianino did it, the right hand Bigger than the head, thrust at the viewer And swerving easily away, as ...
And the just man trailed God's shining agent, over a black mountain, in his giant track, while a restless voice ...
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
DIRE was the hate at old Harlaw, That Scot to Scot did carry; And dire the discord Langside saw For ...
The cypress stood up like a church That night we felt our love would hold, And saintly moonlight seemed to ...
When Klopstock England defied, Uprose William Blake in his pride; For old Nobodaddy aloft . . . and belch'd and ...
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