Genius (Gavin Turnbull Poems)
Are those the haunts where genius loves to dwell?-Those dreary, mournful, melancholy shades?You who have trod the doleful mazes tellWhat ...
Are those the haunts where genius loves to dwell?-Those dreary, mournful, melancholy shades?You who have trod the doleful mazes tellWhat ...
"A CONSTANCY in love I'll prize, And be to beauty true: And doat on all the lovely eyes, ...
'Tis hard to say, where my first Thanks are due,To the great Author, or the gen'rous You.His teaching Pen refulgent ...
When the mild weather came,And set the sea on flame,How often would I rise before the sun,And from the mast ...
ON Meditation's wings up-borne,All meaner themes above,The soul should hail this sacred morn,With gratitude and love.Thou busy phantom, worldly Care,Avaunt ...
The work is done, — a kingdom passed away ; A silent night succeeds a furious day. Among the ruins ...
The ghost of night's long hours departIn congregation dreary,And leave my sorrow-trampled heartIntolerably weary.But Chirpings bright in dewy woodsForetell divine ...
The little quids, the million quids, The everywhere, everything, always quids, The atoms of the Monoton- Each turned three essences ...
All that we shout in praises of our redeemers resurrection evaporates like the dew on a bright summer morning if ...
Macaroni and cheese, boxes sitting on the counter, waiting for the water to boil Little pearls of gas, building on ...
She was crying, after bumping her head, her nose on the wooden headboard crying loudly within the space below the ...
YOUR name with ev'ry pleasure here I place, The last effusions of my muse to grace. O charming Phillis! may ...
Farewell, lov'd Youth! since 'twas the Will of Heaven So soon to take, what had so late been giv'n; And ...
I sing the Name which None can say But touch't with An interiour Ray: The Name of our New Peace; ...
This is a day of happiness, sweet peace, And heavenly sunshine; upon which conven'd In full assembly fair, once more ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
SCENTED herbage of my breast, Leaves from you I yield, I write, to be perused best afterwards, Tomb-leaves, body-leaves, growing ...
Build on resolve, and not upon regret, The structure of thy future. Do not grope Among the shadows of old ...
I Aria "--Kiss me there where pride is glittering Kiss me where I am ripened and round fruit Kiss me ...
1 Complacencies of the peignoir, and late Coffee and oranges in a sunny chair, And the green freedom of a ...
Summer grows old, cold-blooded mother. The insects are scant, skinny. In these palustral homes we only Croak and wither. Mornings ...
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