Amours De Voyage, Canto II (Arthur Hugh Clough Poems)
Is it illusion? or does there a spirit from perfecter ages, Here, even yet, amid loss, change, and corruption abide? ...
Is it illusion? or does there a spirit from perfecter ages, Here, even yet, amid loss, change, and corruption abide? ...
NOW hark! what loud, tumultuous joys resound,From all the echoing rocks and valleys round;And hear! the sage oraculous declare,Tis time ...
June 4th! Do you know what that date means? June 4th! By this air and these pines!Well,--only you know how ...
Aloft upon an old basaltic crag,Which, scalped by keen winds that defend the Pole,Gazes with dead face on the seas ...
The man who discovered the use of a chair, _Odds--bobs-- What a wonderful man!_He used to sit down on ...
Under the sky of battle, under the arch of the guns,Where in a mad red torrent the river of fighting ...
They fight your battles for you every day, The zealous ones, who sorrow in your life. Undaunted by ...
My garden blossoms pink and white,A place of decorous murmuring,Where I am safe from August nightAnd cannot feel the knife ...
She who gives all, and yet withholds her heart, Gives nothing worthy for a man to take-- Gives as the ...
Dear Colette, I want to write to you about being a woman for that is what you write to me. ...
My stepdaughter and I circle round and round. You see, I like the music loud, the speakers throbbing, jam-packing the ...
Swings the way still by hollow and hill, And all the world's a song; "She's far," it sings me, "but ...
BY QUEVEDO REDIVIVUS SUGGESTED BY THE COMPOSITION SO ENTITLED BY THE AUTHOR OF 'WAT TYLER' 'A Daniel come to judgment! ...
When Time, or soon or late, shall bring The dreamless sleep that lulls the dead, Oblivion! may thy languid wing ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
BY all I lov'd, neglected and forgot, No friendly face e'er lights my squalid cot; Shunn'd, hated, wrong'd, unpitied, unredrest, ...
My love came up from Barnegat, The sea was in his eyes; He trod as softly as a cat And ...
TEARS! tears! tears! In the night, in solitude, tears; On the white shore dripping, dripping, suck'd in by the sand; ...
The night before I left Milan A mob jammed the Cathedral Square, And high the tide of passion ran As ...
Her mind lives in a quiet room, A narrow room, and tall, With pretty lamps to quench the gloom And ...
(What Grandpa told the Children) The moon? It is a griffin's egg, Hatching to-morrow night. And how the little boys ...
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