Sonnet XLVI. Tennyson 2. (Christopher Pearse Cranch Poems)
HOW grand he would have stood, had he declinedThe needless coronet he donned, as thoughIts gilt could heighten his proud ...
HOW grand he would have stood, had he declinedThe needless coronet he donned, as thoughIts gilt could heighten his proud ...
To thee, O Queen, the choice of lovely May,To thee, the sovereign of the ripened spring,I bring a coronet of ...
Who never lost, are unpreparedA Coronet to find!Who never thirstedFlagons, and Cooling Tamarind!Who never climbed the weary league-Can such a ...
Panels of claret and blue which shine Under the moon like lees of wine. A coronet done in a golden ...
I Over the yawning chimney hangs the fog. Drip -- hiss -- drip -- hiss -- fall the raindrops on ...
Tempora labuntur, tacitisque senescimus annis, Et fugiunt freno non remorante dies. Ovid, Fastorum, Lib. vi. "O C?sar, we who are ...
I Saw old Autumn in the misty morn Stand shadowless like Silence, listening To silence, for no lonely bird would ...
My Muse in meads has spent her many hours Sitting, and sorting several sorts of flowers, To make for others ...
You are a Tulip seen to-day, But, Dearest, of so short a stay, That where you grew, scarce man can ...
In your mother's apple-orchard, Just a year ago, last spring: Do you remember, Yvonne! The dear trees lavishing Rain of ...
In Ionia whence sprang old poets' fame, From whom that sea did first derive her name, The blessed bed whereon ...
Who never lost, are unprepared A Coronet to find! Who never thirsted Flagons, and Cooling Tamarind! Who never climbed the ...
We were water babes, born in the arms of a sparkling brook that patiently took us into its heart. At ...
TO you, sir, this summons I've sent, Pray, whip till the pownie is freathing; But if you demand what I ...
I crave, dear Lord, No boundless hoard Of gold and gear, Nor jewels fine, Nor lands, nor kine, Nor treasure-heaps ...
APRILL: Ægloga QuartaTHENOT & HOBBINOLL Tell me good Hobbinoll, what garres thee greete? What? hath some Wolfe thy tender Lambes ...
In praise of Eliza, Queen of the Shepherds SEE where she sits upon the grassie greene, (O seemely sight!) Yclad ...
THOUGH deep indifference should drowse The sluggish life beneath my brows, And all the external things I see Grow snow-showers ...
I was a cottage maiden Hardened by sun and air Contented with my cottage mates, Not mindful I was fair. ...
Jaya Surya GOLDEN sun of victory, born In my life's unclouded morn, In my lambent sky of love, May your ...
Hail, holy Light, offspring of Heaven firstborn, Or of the Eternal coeternal beam May I express thee unblam'd? since God ...
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