Paradise Lost : Book XII. (John Milton Poems)
As one who in his journey bates at noon,Though bent on speed; so here the Arch-Angel pausedBetwixt the world destroyed ...
As one who in his journey bates at noon,Though bent on speed; so here the Arch-Angel pausedBetwixt the world destroyed ...
THE PASSIONS.The choice of Aliment, the choice of Air,The use of Toil and all external things,Already sung; it now remains ...
Oh breathe not--breathe not--sure 'twas something holy--Earth hath no sounds like these--again it passesWith a wild, low voice, that slowly ...
Beginneth here the book called Decameron, otherwise Prince Galeotto, wherein are contained one hundred novels told in ten days by ...
There was once a town, the inhabitants of which were so passionately fondof poetry,that if some weeks passed by without ...
The world's a room of sickness, where each heart Knows its own anguish and unrest; The truest wisdom there, and noblest art, Is ...
I HAVE been thinking of the victims boundIn Naples, dying for the lack of airAnd sunshine, in their close, damp ...
1.CELESTIAL Hope, fair Sister of Delight,What nameless pleasures on thy course attend!Thy smile can cheer Affliction's darkest night,And ev'ry solace, ...
LONGFELLOW.WITH a glory of winter sunshineOver his locks of gray,In the old historic mansionHe sat on his last birthday;With his ...
Dear Lord,Please flood her nerves with sedativesand keep her strong enough to crack a smileso disbelieving friends and relativescan temporarily ...
OF manufactures, trade, inventions rare,Steam-towers and looms, you'd know our Borough's share -'Tis small: we boast not these rich subjects ...
Do I believe, sayest thou, "what the masters of wisdom would teach me,And what their followers' band boldly and readily ...
AFAR! afar! the rosy sails are far,And far sound all the voices of the world;Tenderly hither bends the evening star,And ...
Though our eye in recent seasons Has a wild and glassy glare,And we fail to offer reasons For the straws ...
WHEN Zion's children's hearts with grief are riven,One secret stream of comfort still runs sweet;One mournful joy, one balmy solace ...
We will make our meek adjustments, Contented with such random consolations As the wind deposits In slithered and too ample ...
"Do I believe," sayest thou, "what the masters of wisdom would teach me, And what their followers' band boldly and ...
As one who in his journey bates at noon, Though bent on speed; so here the Arch-Angel paused Betwixt the ...
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