Epistle To The Earl Of Dorset [“Winter Piece”] (Ambrose Philips Poems)
FROM frozen climes, and endless tracts of snow, From streams which northern winds forbid to flow, What present shall the ...
FROM frozen climes, and endless tracts of snow, From streams which northern winds forbid to flow, What present shall the ...
In Vision are the centuries rolled back; The dead Past lives again. I breathe the air Of the young world; ...
Well, how has it been with you since we metThat last strange time of a hundred times?When we met to ...
Chloe, let down that chestnut hair; Let it flow full; let it fall free; Loosen that zone, those clasps that ...
Bees build around red liver, Ants build around black bone. It has begun: the tearing, the trampling on silks, It ...
Weep'st thou to see the ruin and decay Which Time doth wreak upon earth's mighty things? Temples of ...
473I am ashamed-I hide-What right have I-to be a Bride-So late a Dowerless Girl-Nowhere to hide my dazzled Face-No one ...
AS in some quiet city bathed in sleep,Where like a kiss the twilight lingereth,When suddenly the earth stirs far beneath ...
Alas, the Spirit lingers, but its handNo more the barque sustains. The daring youthHas seized the helm, and deeper launches ...
Ah, well! but the case seems hopeless, and the pen might write in vain; The people gabble of old things ...
The colors replaced the browns, the yellows, the autumn, earthy harvest decorations giving way, changing to the greens and reds, ...
more precious, more beautiful than gold, any fabric made by human hands the lilies of the field, the flowers of ...
Oh to be clothed like one of the lilies of the field the irises in my garden, the monarch, the ...
Satchmo's warm burlap, Duke's cool cashmere: fine fabrics make your love "Come here!" (James A. Emanuel)
In pious times, ere priest-craft did begin, Before polygamy was made a sin; When man, on many, multipli'd his kind, ...
I am ashamed -- I hide -- What right have I -- to be a Bride -- So late a ...
His Mind like Fabrics of the East Displayed to the despair Of everyone but here and there An humble Purchaser ...
The healed Heart shows its shallow scar With confidential moan -- Not mended by Mortality Are Fabrics truly torn -- ...
A World made penniless by that departure Of minor fabrics begs But sustenance is of the spirit The Gods but ...
While I am emulating Keats My brother fabrics toilet seats, The which, they say, are works of art, Aesthetic features ...
I rode one evening with Count Maddalo Upon the bank of land which breaks the flow Of Adria towards Venice: ...
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