The Angel In The House. Book I. Canto VI. (Coventry Patmore Poems)
Preludes.I Perfect Love rare Most rare is still most noble found, ...
Preludes.I Perfect Love rare Most rare is still most noble found, ...
How beautiful doth the morning rise O'er the hills, as from her bower a bride ...
When sinks my heart in hopeless gloom,And life can show no joy for me;And I behold a yawning tomb,Where bowers ...
'Tis growne almost a danger to speake true Of any good minde, now: There are so few.The bad, by number, ...
How, to thy Sacred Memory, shall I bring (Worthy thy Fame) a grateful Offering? I, who by Toils of Sickness, ...
The first French Settlement in America was made here in 1604.WITH tangled brushwood overgrown, And here and there a lofty ...
YES, she is blind! You well might doubt her doom,Seeing her softly move across the room:And from the organ, in ...
I step across the mystic border-land,And look upon the wonder-world of Art.How beautiful, how beautiful its hills!And all its valleys, ...
DEDICATED TO THE MEN AND WOMEN OF FRANCEOur Motherland, dear Motherland,The source of beauty and of Art,Who but thy children ...
My natal day was yesterday; And so I said to Fate,"What gifts bring you, by one, by two, To ease ...
Atalanta and I know better!Distrust you the fable of old,Of the envious Goddess who set herOn to defeat by tempting ...
They say that lonely sorrows do not chance:More gently, I think, sorrows together go;A new one joins the funeral gliding ...
As growth of form or momentary glanceIn a child's features will recall to mindThe father's with the mother's face combin'd,-Sweet ...
I am a grave poetic henThat lays poetic eggsAnd to enhance my temperamentA little quiet begs.We make the yolk philosophy,True ...
But let us leave Queen Mab a while, Through many a gate, o'er many a stile, That now had gotten ...
When you thanked me for the day I felt ashamed, I couldn't say it wasn't much because it was for ...
WITNESS FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA PEACE In San Francisco around Easter time last year, they had a trout fishing ...
The day returns again, my natal day; What mix'd emotions with the Thought arise! Beloved friend, four years have pass'd ...
Till midnight her needle she plied To finish her pretty pink dress; "Oh, bless you, my darling," she sighed; "I ...
Swift as a spirit hastening to his task Of glory & of good, the Sun sprang forth Rejoicing in his ...
I am a grave poetic hen That lays poetic eggs And to enhance my temperament A little quiet begs. We ...
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