A Parson’s Letter To A Young Poet (Jean Ingelow Poems)
They said "Too late, too late, the work is done;Great Homer sang of glory and strong menAnd that fair Greek ...
They said "Too late, too late, the work is done;Great Homer sang of glory and strong menAnd that fair Greek ...
Scene I. Near the place of the damned. Enter Werner and Spirit.Werner.What piercing, stunning sounds assail my ear!Wild shrieks and ...
ISONG With a hey! and a hi! and a hey-ho rhyme! O the shepherd lad He is ne'er so glad As when he pipes, ...
1Those were our freedoms, and we come to this: The climbing road that lures the climbing feet Is lost: there lies no ...
A FRAGMENTA legend that grew in the forest's hushSlowly as tear-drops gather and gush,When a word some poet chanced to ...
SWEET sister, thou art very beautiful,Thy wild and dark eye-flashes, burns and glowsWith glorious spirit-lustre, and a spellOf deep and ...
Into the lonely room,Spawning an icy gloom,Lost in a wandering swoonGloats the wide-horned moon.Silent the shadows grayShrink from her touch ...
All night funereal darkness pall'd the earth; The worn--out soldiers slumbered heavily: The anxious chiefs themselves, in grave--like sleep, Till ...
IThe sister Hours in circles linked,Daughters of men, of men the mates,Are gone on flow with the day that winked,With ...
ACT II.--At Eisenach.SCENE I. A Room in the LANDGRAVE'S Palace. FREDERICK THE GRAVE and HENRY SCHNETZEN.LANDGRAVE.Who tells thee of my ...
Suggested by a drawing of Thomas Moran, the American painter.This must be the very night!The moon knows it!—and the trees!They ...
I Apollo! Apollo! Apollo!II Where hast thou, Apollo, gone? I have wandered on and on, Through the shaggy Dorian gorges, ...
1Wet heat drifts through the afternoonlike a campus dog, a fraternity ghostwaiting to stay home from football games.The arches are ...
Two souls within this lunar cycle passed Beyond the curtained stage of life and time. One weary from long vigils, ...
O Blest unfabled Incense Tree,That burns in glorious Araby,With red scent chalicing the air,Till earth-life grow Elysian there!Half buried to ...
Hello, old cobber. Well, what's on your mind? You're lookin' awful gloomy and mysteriousDone in your dough? The horses been ...
Now in the suburbs and the falling light I followed him, and now down sandy road Whitter than bone-dust, through ...
Comrades, many a year and day Have fled since that glorious 9th of May When we made the charge at ...
There were still shards of an ancient pastoral in those shires of the island where the cattle drank their pools ...
Author Note: The story of the following ballad was related to me, when a school boy, as a fact which ...
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