Flowers (Thomas Hood Poem)
I will not have the mad Clytie, Whose head is turned by the sun; The tulip is a courtly queen, ...
I will not have the mad Clytie, Whose head is turned by the sun; The tulip is a courtly queen, ...
Reading the menu at the morning service: - Iced Venusberg perhaps, or buttered bum - Orders the usual sex-ersatz, and, ...
I sat in the Muses' Hall at the mid of the day, And it seemed to grow still, and the ...
I He bends his travel-tarnished feet To where she wastes in clay: From day-dawn until eve he fares Along the ...
UPON a noon I pilgrimed through A pasture, mile by mile, Unto the place where I last saw My dead ...
[I feel considerable hesitation in venturing to offer this version of a poem which Carlyle describes to be 'a beautiful ...
[From the Morlack.) WHAT is yonder white thing in the forest? Is it snow, or can it swans perchance be? ...
AS a butterfly renew'd, When in life I breath'd my last, To the spots my flight I wing, Scenes of ...
I DRINK fresh nourishment, new ...
[First published in Schiller's Horen, in connection with a friendly contest in the art of ballad-writing between the two great ...
What perfumed, posie-dizened sirrah, With smiles for diet, Clasps you, O fair but faithless Pyrrha, On the quiet? For whom ...
Daphne's Answer to Sylvia, declaring she should esteem all as Enemies, who should talk to her of LOVE. THEN, to ...
A governor it was proclaimed this time, When all who would come seeking in New Hampshire Ancestral memories might come ...
The Black Berry -- wears a Thorn in his side -- But no Man heard Him cry -- He offers ...
PART I On Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming! Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall, And roofless homes, a sad remembrance ...
If all the world and love were young, And truth in every shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move ...
'The mist is resting on the hill; The smoke is hanging in the air; The very clouds are standing still: ...
Perfect little body, without fault or stain on thee, With promise of strength and manhood full and fair! Though cold ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
I. THE FLOWER'S NAME Here's the garden she walked across, Arm in my arm, such a short while since: Hark, ...
AFRICA I will sing you a song of Los. the Eternal Prophet: He sung it to four harps at the ...
The fountains mingle with the river And the rivers with the ocean, The winds of Heaven mix for ever With ...
Come live with me, and be my love, And we will all the pleasures prove, That hills and valleys, dales ...
Come live with me, and be my love, And we will all the pleasures prove, That hills and valleys, dales ...
Within this sober Frame expect Work of no Forrain Architect; That unto Caves the Quarries drew, And Forrests did to ...
Once I loved a fairy, Queen Mab it was. Her voice Was like a little Fountain That bids the birds ...
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