Songs of the Voices of Birds: The Nightingale Heard by the Unsatisfied Heart (Jean Ingelow Poems)
When in a May-day hushChanteth the Missel-thrushThe harp o’ the heart makes answer with murmurous stirs;When Robin-redbreast sings,We think on ...
When in a May-day hushChanteth the Missel-thrushThe harp o’ the heart makes answer with murmurous stirs;When Robin-redbreast sings,We think on ...
MADDALO, A COURTIER.MALPIGLIO, A POET.PIGNA, A MINISTER.ALBANO, AN USHER.MADDALO:No access to the Duke! You have not saidThat the Count Maddalo ...
The world is a race-course;Man is a charioteer;In him there is a soul;Ambition is the steedBy which he is drawn,Over ...
In the night of wearinesslet me give myself up to sleep without struggle,resting my trust upon thee.Let me not force ...
1.LORD, I do choose the higher than my will.I would be handled by thy nursing armsAfter thy will, not my ...
SERENE, indifferent of Fate,Thou sittest at the Western Gate;Upon thy height, so lately won,Still slant the banners of the sun;Thou ...
I. A MOTH belated,-sun and zephyr-kist,- Trembling about a pale arbutus bell, Probing to wildering depths its honeyed cell,- A ...
Just as the hay-fields on the cliff-top draw Seafarers---yea, two miles away from land! Bringing sweet thoughts of many a ...
Nor thou, Habib, nor I are glad, when rosy limbs and sweat entwine; But rapture drowns the sense and self, ...
Nor thou, Habib, nor I are glad, when rosy limbs and sweat entwine; But rapture drowns the sense and self, ...
Thou fair hair'd angel of the evening, Now, while the sun rests on the mountains light, Thy bright torch of ...
Thou fair-haired angel of the evening, Now, whilst the sun rests on the mountains, light Thy bright torch of love; ...
Thou fair hair'd angel of the evening, Now, while the sun rests on the mountains light, Thy bright torch of ...
1 HARK! some wild trumpeter-some strange musician, Hovering unseen in air, vibrates capricious tunes to-night. I hear thee, trumpeter-listening, alert, ...
In the night of weariness let me give myself up to sleep without struggle, resting my trust upon thee. Let ...
O, for that warning voice, which he, who saw The Apocalypse, heard cry in Heaven aloud, Then when the Dragon, ...
My soul is sailing through the sea, But the Past is heavy and hindereth me. The Past hath crusted cumbrous ...
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