Honours — Part II. (Jean Ingelow Poems)
As one who, journeying, checks the rein in haste Because a chasm doth yawn across his wayToo wide for leaping, and ...
As one who, journeying, checks the rein in haste Because a chasm doth yawn across his wayToo wide for leaping, and ...
Thou ancient pine! beneath whose lofty shade, Pensive I watch the sun's declining ray,Thy glorious crown no scorching sun can fade, Nor ...
Mourn Cambria, thoughtless Cambria mourn,Like Nineveh, repentent turn,Put sackcloth on — proclaim a fast —Cry out for Grace, and mend ...
Beside the open window she is lying, Through which comes softly in the balmy air,And fans her wasted cheek; but slowly ...
Mournful, sighing, sadly weeping,Sleepless 'midst a household sleeping;Midnight's lonely vigil keeping, Darkling and alone;From my sore each friend and loverStand aloof, ...
It was a mountain stream that with the leap Of its impatient waters had worn out A channel in the rock, and ...
I was four yesterday: when I'm quite old,I'll have a cricket-ball made of pure gold;I'll carve the roast meat, and ...
When Hannah pressed with grief,Poured forth her soul in prayer;She quickly found relief,And left her burden there:Like her, in every ...
In the hour of my distress,When temptations me oppress,And when I my sins confess,Sweet Spirit, comfort me!When I lie within ...
SING, lark, far up the sky!Sing, throstle, for love's sake!Sing, sing, as if no heart might ever break!Softly, O summer ...
Children of Fate, in the same breath Created were they, Love and Death. Such fair creations ne'er were seen, Or ...
For unknown ages, mid his wild abode,Speechless *nd rude the human savage trode;By slow degrees expressive sounds acquired,And simple thoughts ...
And thou too, dearest sister! thou art dead!The pitiless archer once again has spedAt our small circle an unerring dart.Thus, ...
Ars LongaOur hopes are wild imaginings, Our schemes are airy castles,Yet these, on earth, are lords and ...
The quiet country doctors Of many a country town,Whose lives are spent to service bent, With scant hope of renown ...
In my own shire, if I was sad, Homely comforters I had: The earth, because my heart was sore, Sorrowed ...
"You must choose between me and your cigar." -- BREACH OF PROMISE CASE, CIRCA 1885. Open the old cigar-box, get ...
In my own shire, if I was sad, Homely comforters I had: The earth, because my heart was sore, Sorrowed ...
In the hour of my distress, When temptations me oppress, And when I my sins confess, Sweet Spirit comfort me! ...
IN the hour of my distress, When temptations me oppress, And when I my sins confess, Sweet Spirit, comfort me! ...
The woods of Arcady are dead, And over is their antique joy; Of old the world on dreaming fed; Grey ...
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