Wishes To His (Supposed) Mistress (Richard Crashaw Poem)
Whoe'er she be, That not impossible she That shall command my heart and me; Where'er she lie, Locked up from ...
Whoe'er she be, That not impossible she That shall command my heart and me; Where'er she lie, Locked up from ...
HAIL, sister springs, Parents of silver-footed rills! Ever bubbling things, Thawing crystal, snowy hills! Still spending, never spent; I mean ...
I am that hawk of gold Proud in adamantine poise On the pillars of torqoise, See,beyond ...
I am that hawk of gold Proud in adamantine poise On the pillars of torqoise, See,beyond ...
Hast thou a charm to stay the morning-star In his steep course? So long he seems to pause On thy ...
Blow, blow your trumpets till they crack, Ye little men of little souls! And bid them huddle at your back ...
You are the bread and the knife, The crystal goblet and the wine... -Jacques Crickillon You are the bread and ...
She gathered lilacs and arrayed them in her hair; tonight, she taught the wind to be free. She kept her ...
The earth is full of rhythms so precise the octave of the crystal can produce a trillion oscillations, yet not ...
I. THE GARDEN. ABOVE the city hung the moon, Right o'er a plot of ground Where flowers and orchard-trees were ...
As he said vanity, so vain say I, Oh! Vanity, O vain all under sky; Where is the man can ...
Be still, thou unregenerate part, Disturb no more my settled heart, For I have vow'd (and so will do) Thee ...
In secret place where once I stood Close by the Banks of Lacrim flood, I heard two sisters reason on ...
The moon, a sweeping scimitar, dipped in the stormy straits, The dawn, a crimson cataract, burst through the eastern gates, ...
WITNESS FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA PEACE In San Francisco around Easter time last year, they had a trout fishing ...
Rousseau -- Voltaire -- our Gibbon -- De Sta?l -- Leman! these names are worthy of thy shore, Thy shore ...
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
Supreme my holdings, greater yet my need, thoughtless I go out. Dawn. Have I my cig's, my flaskie O, O ...
Hell is empty. O that has come to pass which the cut Alexandrian foresaw, and Hell is empty. Lightning fell ...
We are the time. We are the famous metaphor from Heraclitus the Obscure. We are the water, not the hard ...
MADONNA, mistress, I would build for thee An altar deep in the sad soul of me; And in the darkest ...
THEY say to me, thy clear and crystal eyes: "Why dost thou love me so, strange lover mine?" Be sweet, ...
I. The morn when first it thunders in March, The eel in the pond gives a leap, they say: As ...
"Thou thoughtest that I was altogether such a one as thyself." (David, Psalms 50.21) ['Will sprawl, now that the heat ...
(PIANO DI SORRENTO.) Fortu, Frotu, my beloved one, Sit here by my side, On my knees put up both little ...
THICKEST 1 night, o'erhang my dwelling! Howling tempests, o'er me rave! Turbid torrents, wintry swelling, Roaring by my lonely cave! ...
NOW rosy May comes in wi' flowers, To deck her gay, green-spreading bowers; And now comes in the happy hours, ...
Chorus.-Bonie lassie, will ye go, Will ye go, will ye go, Bonie lassie, will ye go To the birks of ...
LIFE ne'er exulted in so rich a prize, As Burnet, lovely from her native skies; Nor envious death so triumph'd ...
YOUNG Peggy blooms our boniest lass, Her blush is like the morning, The rosy dawn, the springing grass, With early ...
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