Stanzas (Charlotte Bronte Poem)
IF thou be in a lonely place, If one hour's calm be thine, As Evening bends her placid face O'er ...
IF thou be in a lonely place, If one hour's calm be thine, As Evening bends her placid face O'er ...
BUT two miles more, and then we rest ! Well, there is still an hour of day, And long the ...
ARRANGING long-locked drawers and shelves Of cabinets, shut up for years, What a strange task we've set ourselves ! How ...
Me thinks this heart should rest awhile So stilly round the evening falls The veiled sun sheds no parting smile ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
It is the hour when from the boughs The nightingale's high note is heard; It is the hour -- when ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
BY QUEVEDO REDIVIVUS SUGGESTED BY THE COMPOSITION SO ENTITLED BY THE AUTHOR OF 'WAT TYLER' 'A Daniel come to judgment! ...
I My hair is gray, but not with years, Nor grew it white In a single night, As men's have ...
I 'Tis done -- but yesterday a King! And arm'd with Kings to strive -- And now thou art a ...
My sister! my sweet sister! if a name Dearer and purer were, it should be thine; Mountains and seas divide ...
There's a palace in Florence, the world knows well, And a statue watches it from the square, And this story ...
There's a palace in Florence, the world knows well, And a statue watches it from the square, And this story ...
I. The morn when first it thunders in March, The eel in the pond gives a leap, they say: As ...
I. Said Abner, ``At last thou art come! Ere I tell, ere thou speak, ``Kiss my cheek, wish me well!'' ...
I am poor brother Lippo, by your leave! You need not clap your torches to my face. Zooks, what's to ...
Although it is a cold evening, down by one of the fishhouses an old man sits netting, his net, in ...
When I knew, it was raining. Winter in decline. I was tired. You in your soaked shirt diffused into the ...
Chequer'd with woven shadows as I lay Among the grass, blinking the watery gleam, I saw an Echo-Spirit in his ...
What is it to grow old? Is it to lose the glory of the form, The lustre of the eye? ...
Truly My Satan thou art but a Dunce And dost not know the Garment from the Man Every Harlot was ...
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