Time and Grief (William Lisle Bowles Poem)
O TIME! who know'st a lenient hand to lay Softest on sorrow's wound, and slowly thence (Lulling to sad repose ...
O TIME! who know'st a lenient hand to lay Softest on sorrow's wound, and slowly thence (Lulling to sad repose ...
Love is no more. It died as the mind dies: the pure desire Relinquishing the blissful form it wore, The ...
The sickness of desire, that in dark days Looks on the imagination of despair, Forgetteth man, and stinteth God his ...
New England. 1 Alas, dear Mother, fairest Queen and best, 2 With honour, wealth, and peace happy and blest, 3 ...
1 To sing of Wars, of Captains, and of Kings, 2 Of Cities founded, Common-wealths begun, 3 For my mean ...
The Chief Defect of Henry King Was chewing little bits of String. At last he swallowed some which tied Itself ...
When, by decree of the supreme power, The Poet appears in this annoyed world, His mother, blasphemous out of horror ...
There's a palace in Florence, the world knows well, And a statue watches it from the square, And this story ...
Karshish, the picker-up of learning's crumbs, The not-incurious in God's handiwork (This man's-flesh he hath admirably made, Blown like a ...
There's a palace in Florence, the world knows well, And a statue watches it from the square, And this story ...
I. Said Abner, ``At last thou art come! Ere I tell, ere thou speak, ``Kiss my cheek, wish me well!'' ...
"Thou thoughtest that I was altogether such a one as thyself." (David, Psalms 50.21) ['Will sprawl, now that the heat ...
I. My first thought was, he lied in every word, That hoary cripple, with malicious eye Askance to watch the ...
THE LAST time I came o'er the moor, And left Maria's dwelling, What throes, what tortures passing cure, Were in ...
I ask not that my bed of death From bands of greedy heirs be free; For these besiege the latest ...
Love is not a profession genteel or otherwise sex is not dentistry the slick filling of aches and cavities you ...
Lying, thinking Last night How to find my soul a home Where water is not thirsty And bread loaf is ...
LONE on the bleaky hills the straying flocks Shun the fierce storms among the sheltering rocks; Down from the rivulets, ...
NO churchman am I for to rail and to write, No statesman nor soldier to plot or to fight, No ...
I The face, which, duly as the sun, Rose up for me with life begun, To mark all bright hours ...
When silver snow decks Susan's clothes, And jewel hangs at th' shepherd's nose, The blushing bank is all my care, ...
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