Come, Walk With Me (Emily Bronte Poem)
Come, walk with me, There's only thee To bless my spirit now - We used to love on winter nights ...
Come, walk with me, There's only thee To bless my spirit now - We used to love on winter nights ...
It is a sultry day; the sun has drank The dew that lay upon the morning grass, There is no ...
In silent night when rest I took For sorrow near I did not look I waked was with thund'ring noise ...
In silent night when rest I took, For sorrow near I did not look, I waken'd was with thund'ring noise ...
I would I were a careless child, Still dwelling in my highland cave, Or roaming through the dusky wild, Or ...
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
I Our life is twofold; Sleep hath its own world, A boundary between the things misnamed Death and existence: Sleep ...
She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that's best of dark and ...
I. Said Abner, ``At last thou art come! Ere I tell, ere thou speak, ``Kiss my cheek, wish me well!'' ...
THICKEST 1 night, o'erhang my dwelling! Howling tempests, o'er me rave! Turbid torrents, wintry swelling, Roaring by my lonely cave! ...
THE LAST time I came o'er the moor, And left Maria's dwelling, What throes, what tortures passing cure, Were in ...
FAREWELL, thou stream that winding flows Around Eliza's dwelling; O mem'ry! spare the cruel thoes Within my bosom swelling. Condemn'd ...
STRAIT is the spot and green the sod From whence my sorrows flow; And soundly sleeps the ever dear Inhabitant ...
BLYTHE hae I been on yon hill, As the lambs before me; Careless ilka thought and free, As the breeze ...
EXPECT na, sir, in this narration, A fleechin, fleth'rin Dedication, To roose you up, an' ca' you guid, An' sprung ...
O THOU, the first, the greatest friend Of all the human race! Whose strong right hand has ever been Their ...
WHEN wild war's deadly blast was blawn, And gentle peace returning, Wi' mony a sweet babe fatherless, And mony a ...
1. The voice ended, they saw his pale visage Emerge from the darkness; his hand On the rock of eternity ...
To Mercy Pity Peace and Love. All pray in their distress: And to these virtues of delight Return their thankfulness. ...
Rose-maiden, no, I do not quarrel With these dear chains, they don't demean. The nightingale embushed in laurel, The sylvan ...
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