“Me thinks this heart…” (Emily Bronte Poem)
Me thinks this heart should rest awhile So stilly round the evening falls The veiled sun sheds no parting smile ...
Me thinks this heart should rest awhile So stilly round the evening falls The veiled sun sheds no parting smile ...
How clear she shines! How quietly I lie beneath her guardian light; While heaven and earth are whispering me, " ...
1.1 Lo now! four other acts upon the stage, 1.2 Childhood, and Youth, the Manly, and Old-age. 1.3 The first: ...
Whene'er I view those lips of thine, Their hue invites my fervent kiss; Yet, I forego that bliss divine, Alas! ...
I would I were a careless child, Still dwelling in my highland cave, Or roaming through the dusky wild, Or ...
ADVERTISEMENT "The grand army of the Turks, (in 1715), under the Prime Vizier, to open to themselves a way into ...
"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 ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
My sister! my sweet sister! if a name Dearer and purer were, it should be thine; Mountains and seas divide ...
In slack times visit I the violent dead and pick their awful brains. Most seem to feel nothing is secret ...
CARRYING bouquet, and handkerchief, and gloves, Proud of her height as when she lived, she moves With all the careless ...
SWEET fa's the eve on Craigieburn, And blythe awakes the morrow; But a' the pride o' Spring's return Can yield ...
"WHA is that at my bower-door?" "O wha is it but Findlay!" "Then gae your gate, ye'se nae be here:" ...
HOW wisdom and Folly meet, mix, and unite, How Virtue and Vice blend their black and their white, How Genius, ...
I'm glad I am alive, to see and feel The full deliciousness of this bright day, That's like a heart ...
Light flows our war of mocking words, and yet, Behold, with tears mine eyes are wet! I feel a nameless ...
Light flows our war of mocking words, and yet, Behold, with tears mine eyes are wet! I feel a nameless ...
SWEET closes the ev'ning on Craigieburn Wood, And blythely awaukens the morrow; But the pride o' the spring in the ...
May-, 1786.I LANG hae thought, my youthfu' friend, A something to have sent you, Tho' it should serve nae ither ...
YOUR friendship much can make me blest, O why that bliss destroy! Why urge the only, one request You know ...
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