The Spleen (Matthew Green Poems)
This motley piece to you I send,Who always were a faithful friend;Who, if disputes should happen hence,Can best explain the ...
This motley piece to you I send,Who always were a faithful friend;Who, if disputes should happen hence,Can best explain the ...
TO get betimes in Boston town, I rose this morning early;Here's a good place at the corner--I must stand and ...
What art thou calm ? Is all thy flutt'ring o'er ?Does Joy dilate, does Grief convulse no more ?Has Passion ...
Sprung of the father blood, the mother brain,Are they who point our pathway and sustain.They rarely meet; one soars, one ...
ISee the sweet women, friend, that lean beneathThe ever-falling fountain of green leavesRound the white bending stem, and like a ...
MY LIFE is bitter with thy love; thine eyesBlind me, thy tresses burn me, thy sharp sighsDivide my flesh and ...
No cloud to dim the splendour of the dayWhich breaks o'er Naples and her lovely bay,And lights that brilliant sea ...
My tale to-night is full of woe,I would that it were one of gladness;I would not thrill your hearts, you ...
HER glance is equable, serene;She looks at life with level brow;She strides through circumstance - a queen!To compromise she cannot ...
Only a little, O Father, only to rest Or ever the night comes and the eternal sleep, ...
There is a bellowing in me, as of mightUnfleshed and visionless, mangling the airWith horrible convulse, as if it bareThe ...
BOOK I Deep in the shady sadness of a vale Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn, Far from ...
ADVERTISEMENT "The grand army of the Turks, (in 1715), under the Prime Vizier, to open to themselves a way into ...
'Twas after dread Pultowa's day, When fortune left the royal Swede - Around a slaughtered army lay, No more to ...
Titan! to whose immortal eyes The sufferings of mortality, Seen in their sad reality, Were not as things that gods ...
O YE wha are sae guid yoursel', Sae pious and sae holy, Ye've nought to do but mark and tell ...
THIS day, Time winds th' exhausted chain; To run the twelvemonth's length again: I see, the old bald-pated fellow, With ...
TO get betimes in Boston town, I rose this morning early; Here's a good place at the corner-I must stand ...
I weep for Adonais -he is dead! O, weep for Adonais! though our tears Thaw not the frost which binds ...
I weep for Adonais--he is dead! Oh, weep for Adonais! though our tears Thaw not the frost which binds so ...
Fibers, flesh. Electricity transudes through a sigh. Sun-bordered clouds migrate from your eyes to my core: swooshing of curtains, temples ...
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