Her Last Letter: Being a Reply to ‘His Answer’ (Francis Bret Harte Poems)
June 4th! Do you know what that date means? June 4th! By this air and these pines!Well,--only you know how ...
June 4th! Do you know what that date means? June 4th! By this air and these pines!Well,--only you know how ...
FAIR deceiver, smiling phantom, By thy false, thy treach'rous light;How we paint each distant object, Dazzling to the ...
I am the ageless Bird of Evil Flame.Eve knew my name.With bitter tears she tried to quench the sparkOf envy ...
Servant of God, rememberThe stream thy soul bedewing,The grace that came upon theeAnointing and renewing.When kindly slumber calls thee,Upon thy ...
ELOQUENT deceiver! say, With each soft, each fond endeavour;Canst thou bid the fragile clay, Live and last and ...
REMAIN , thou deceiver! still deep in my breast, Thy anchor I view as the anchor of peace;To thee ...
Who gives him the Bath? "I," said the wet, Rank-Jungle-sweat, "I'll give him the Bath!" Who'll sing the psalms? "We," ...
Then one of the judges of the city stood forth and said, "Speak to us of Crime and Punishment." And ...
Part One The power of charity sows deep in my heart, and I reap and gather the wheat in bundles ...
Who gave thee, O Beauty! The keys of this breast, Too credulous lover Of blest and unblest? Say when in ...
News o' grief had overteaken Dark-eyed Fanny, now vorseaken; There she zot, wi' breast a-heaven, While vrom zide to zide, ...
Oh! Montmorency Vere de Vere, To think that one I held so dear Should use a base deceiver's art To ...
News o' grief had overteaken Dark-eyed Fanny, now vorseaken; There she zot, wi' breast a-heaven, While vrom zide to zide, ...
EXPECT na, sir, in this narration, A fleechin, fleth'rin Dedication, To roose you up, an' ca' you guid, An' sprung ...
The voice of a dead poet calling out from his grave asking me to follow his visions. Once a spirit ...
Satan's devices. Now Satan comes with dreadful roar And threatens to destroy; He worries whom he can't devour With a ...
Where shall the lover rest Whom the fates sever From his true maiden's breast Parted for ever? Where, through groves ...
Where shall the lover rest Whom the fates sever From the true maiden's breast, Parted for ever?-- Where, through groves ...
I'm a rattling boy from Dublin town, I courted a girl called Biddy Brown, Her eyes they were as black ...
When first I met thee, warm and young, There shone such truth about thee, And on thy lip such promise ...
A Masque Presented At Ludlow Castle, 1634, Before The Earl Of Bridgewater, Then President Of Wales. The Persons The ATTENDANT ...
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