A Crown of Sonnets Dedicated to Love (Mary Wroth Poems)
In this strange Labyrinth how shall I turne,Wayes are on all sids while the way I misse:If to the right ...
In this strange Labyrinth how shall I turne,Wayes are on all sids while the way I misse:If to the right ...
This is an obvious imitation of Walt Whitman, is it?Well, and wouldn't that be better than another in sickly rime?Perhaps ...
Sitting patient in the shadow Till the blessed light shall come, A serene and saintly presence Sanctifies our troubled home. Earthly joys and hopes ...
Now, listen to me, folks...Hear what I say.You got to eat oysters everydayThey'll put your love life back on trackThey're ...
Your beauteous gift of lovely brilliant flowers,My dear young friend, has cheered my suffering hours,With loved charged telegrams from nature's ...
IDost thou not know God's country, where it lies?That land long dreamed of, more desired than gold,Which noble souls, by ...
I know a valley— through its solitudeA brown road winds towards a mountain crest;There gnarly ti-trees dripping sweetness rest,And grasses ...
Poet-Astronomer, who night by nightGod's star-page scanned, yet failed to read aright,Where throughout space His alphabet of sunsSpells Life, in ...
Be giv'n to him who triumphs in his right;Nor fading be, but like those blossomes faire,Which fall for good, and ...
The morning-glory, wet with the night rain,Swinging its sapphire bells against the pane,Chimes: 'Wake! The day is here!Wake, dreamer, to ...
The news came down on the Castlereagh, and went to the world at large,That twenty thousand travelling sheep, with Saltbush ...
Down at Devine's Hotel — where night and dayThe noises of the harbour find their way,The endless stir of ships ...
The mountain brook sung lonesomelike, and loitered on its wayEz if it waited for a child to jine it in ...
Devine came back the other day. We'd planned a great home-comin'. No long trombone we had to play, ...
Where are you roving now, Barney Devine,Shearing or droving now, what is your line?Oh, but it's years since the last ...
The mountain brook sung lonesomelike, and loitered on its way Ez if it waited for a child to jine it ...
Tes pas, enfants de mon silence, Saintement, lentement placés, Vers le lit de ma vigilance Procèdent muets et glacés. Personne ...
I deem that there are lyric days So ripe with radiance and cheer, So rich with gratitude and praise That ...
The news came down on the Castlereagh, and went to the world at large, That twenty thousand travelling sheep, with ...
"I'll introduce a friend!" he said, "And if you've got a vacant pen You'd better take him in the shed ...
I A dream of interlinking hands, of feet Tireless to spin the unseen, fairy woof Of the entangling waltz. Bright ...
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