IDYLL. (Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Poem)
A village Chorus is supposed to be assembled, and about to commence its festive procession. [Written for the birthday of ...
A village Chorus is supposed to be assembled, and about to commence its festive procession. [Written for the birthday of ...
How the old Mountains drip with Sunset How the Hemlocks burn -- How the Dun Brake is draped in Cinder ...
The Grass so little has to do -- A Sphere of simple Green -- With only Butterflies to brood And ...
And with that she began nursing her child again, singing a sort of lullaby to it as she did so, ...
Who was cursed with the Sin of Pride, and Became a Boot-Black. Godolphin Horne was Nobly Born; He held the ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
That's my last duchess painted on the wall, Looking as if she were alive. I call That piece a wonder, ...
Little Cowboy, what have you heard, Up on the lonely rath's green mound? Only the plaintive yellow bird Sighing in ...
You ladies of merry England Who have been to kiss the Duchess's hand, Pray, did you not lately observe in ...
Quoth the Duchess of Cleveland to counselor Knight, "I'd fain have a prick, knew I how to come by't. I ...
(Goya, an old man in exile, looks at his self-portrait) A bull's neck, still much needed, Deserving exile or the ...
for Sylvia Plath O Sylvia, Sylvia, with a dead box of stones and spoons, with two children, two meteors wandering ...
Walking swiftly with a dreadful duchess, He smiled too briefly, his face was pale as sand, He jumped into a ...
CLOSE in a woodbine's tangled shade, The BLOOMING GOD asleep was laid; ...
The Triumph of Wit Over Suffering Head alone shows you in the prodigious act Of digesting what centuries alone digest: ...
The hands of the clock were reaching high In an old midtown hotel; I name no name, but its sordid ...
Immortal! William Shakespeare, there's none can you excel, You have drawn out your characters remarkably well, Which is delightful for ...
'Twas in the year of 1898, ond on the 21st of June, The launching of the Battleship Albion caused a ...
Alas! Lord and Lady Dalhousie are dead, and buried at last, Which causes many people to feel a little downcast; ...
Alas! noble Prince Leopold, he is dead! Who often has his lustre shed: Especially by singing for the benefit of ...
I I have loved England, dearly and deeply, Since that first morning, shining and pure, The white cliffs of Dover ...
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