Spring in Town (William Cullen Bryant Poem)
The country ever has a lagging Spring, Waiting for May to call its violets forth, And June its roses--showers and ...
The country ever has a lagging Spring, Waiting for May to call its violets forth, And June its roses--showers and ...
(France -- Ancient Regime.) I. Go away! Go away; I will not confess to you! His black biretta clings like ...
I had a dream, which was not all a dream. The bright sun was extinguished, and the stars Did wander ...
Henry in trouble whirped out lonely whines. When ich when was ever not in trouble? But did he whip out ...
Henry's pelt was put on sundry walls where it did much resemble Henry and them persons was delighted. Especially his ...
Above the ponds, beyond the valleys, The woods, the mountains, the clouds, the seas, Farther than the sun, the distant ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
I. Stand still, true poet that you are! I know you; let me try and draw you. Some night you'll ...
I. How well I know what I mean to do When the long dark autumn-evenings come: And where, my soul, ...
Verse-making was least of my virtues: I viewed with despair Wealth that never yet was but might be--all that verse-making ...
HOW wisdom and Folly meet, mix, and unite, How Virtue and Vice blend their black and their white, How Genius, ...
As evening falls, The walls grow luminous and warm, the walls Tremble and glow with the lives within them moving, ...
Well, as you say, we live for small horizons: We move in crowds, we flow and talk together, Seeing so ...
Wind blows. Snow falls. The great clock in its tower Ticks with reverberant coil and tolls the hour: At the ...
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
Lying in me, as though it were a white Stone in the depths of a well, is one Memory that ...
Come, dear children, let us away; Down and away below! Now my brothers call from the bay, Now the great ...
I heard an angel speak last night, And he said 'Write! Write a Nation's curse for me, And send it ...
The breaking waves dashed high On a stern and rock-bound coast, And the woods, against a stormy sky, Their giant ...
1. Earth was not: nor globes of attraction The will of the Immortal expanded Or contracted his all flexible senses. ...
1.1 "What is the price of Experience? do men buy it for a song? 1.2 Or wisdom for a dance ...
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