Plead For Me (Emily Bronte Poem)
Oh, thy bright eyes must answer now, When Reason, with a scornful brow, Is mocking at my overthrow! Oh, thy ...
Oh, thy bright eyes must answer now, When Reason, with a scornful brow, Is mocking at my overthrow! Oh, thy ...
The moon is full this winter night; The stars are clear, though few; And every window glistens bright, With leaves ...
O, thy bright eyes must answer now, When Reason, with a scornful brow, Is mocking at my overthrow! O, thy ...
Swings the way still by hollow and hill, And all the world's a song; "She's far," it sings me, "but ...
These are outsiders, always. These stars- these iron inklings of an Irish January, whose light happened thousands of years before ...
ADVERTISEMENT "The grand army of the Turks, (in 1715), under the Prime Vizier, to open to themselves a way into ...
Thy days are done, thy fame begun; Thy country's strains record The triumphs of her chosen Son, The slaughter of ...
in these red labyrinths of London I find that I have chosen the strangest of all callings, save that, in ...
When, by decree of the supreme power, The Poet appears in this annoyed world, His mother, blasphemous out of horror ...
ON WHICH THE JEWS WERE FORCED TO ATTEND AN ANNUAL CHRISTIAN SERMON IN ROME. [``Now was come about Holy-Cross Day, ...
O WAT ye wha that lo'es me And has my heart a-keeping? O sweet is she that lo'es me, As ...
O SING a new song to the Lord, Make, all and every one, A joyful noise, even for the King ...
Cass was the youngest and most beautiful of 5 sisters. Cass was the most beautiful girl in town. 1/2 Indian ...
Well, as you say, we live for small horizons: We move in crowds, we flow and talk together, Seeing so ...
Through grass, through amber'd cornfields, our slow Stream-- Fringed with its flags and reeds and rushes tall, And Meadowsweet, the ...
Lo giorno se n'andava, e l'aere bruno toglieva li animai che sono in terra da le fatiche loro; e io ...
As Parmigianino did it, the right hand Bigger than the head, thrust at the viewer And swerving easily away, as ...
Coldly, sadly descends The autumn-evening. The field Strewn with its dank yellow drifts Of wither'd leaves, and the elms, Fade ...
YE Irish lords, ye knights an' squires, Wha represent our brughs an' shires, An' doucely manage our affairs In parliament, ...
O THOU, who in the heavens does dwell, Who, as it pleases best Thysel', Sends ane to heaven an' ten ...
UPON 1 a simmer Sunday morn When Nature's face is fair, I walked forth to view the corn, An' snuff ...
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