The Hermitage (John Wilson Poems)
Stranger! this lonely glen in ancient timesWas named the glen of blood; nor Christian feetBy night or day, from these ...
Stranger! this lonely glen in ancient timesWas named the glen of blood; nor Christian feetBy night or day, from these ...
To London once my steps I bent, Where truth in no wise should be faint; To Westminster-ward I forthwith went, To a man ...
Think not this paper comes with vain pretenseTo move your pity, or to mourn th'offense.Too well I know that hard ...
Oh, come, Beloved, before my beauty fades, Pity the sorrow of my loneliness.I am a Rosebush that the Cypress shades, No sunbeams ...
IHis eyes found nothing beautiful and bright,Nor wealth nor honour, glory nor delight,Which he could grasp and keep with might ...
Quoth the boy, "I'll climb that tree,And bring down a nest I know."Quoth the girl, "I will not seeLittle birds ...
To stad on Terms twere vain. By hook & crookOne Terme I was defrauded of a Booke.Now Readers your assistance ...
He who first stretched his nerves of subtile wireOver the land and through the sea-depths still,Thought only of the flame-winged ...
High on a gorgeous seat, that far out-shoneHenley's gilt tub, or Flecknoe's Irish throne,Or that where on her Curlls the ...
Still the loud death drum, thundering from afar,O'er the vext nations pours the storm of war:To the stern call still ...
The Mighty Mother, and her son who brings The Smithfield muses to the ear of kings, I sing. Say you, ...
Bold is the Muse to leave her humble Cell, And sing to thee, who know'st to sing so well: Thee! ...
The loud winds rattled at the door-The shutters creaked and shook,While Eva, by the cottage hearth,Sat with abstracted look.With every ...
730Defrauded I a Butterfly -The lawful Heir - for Thee -(Emily Dickinson)
The God of Fair Beginnings Hath prospered here my hand -- The cargoes of my lading, And the keels of ...
Not One by Heaven defrauded stay -- Although he seem to steal He restitutes in some sweet way Secreted in ...
As from the earth the light Balloon Asks nothing but release -- Ascension that for which it was, Its soaring ...
Defrauded I a Butterfly -- The lawful Heir -- for Thee -- (Emily Dickinson)
Fanfare of northwest wind, a bluejay wind announces autumn, and the equinox rolls back blue bays to a far afternoon. ...
I I doubt if ten men in all Tilbury Town Had ever shaken hands with Captain Craig, Or called him ...
I I have loved England, dearly and deeply, Since that first morning, shining and pure, The white cliffs of Dover ...
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