A Song: When June is Past, the Fading Rose (Thomas Carew Poem)
Ask me no more where Jove bestows, When June is past, the fading rose; For in your beauty's orient deep ...
Ask me no more where Jove bestows, When June is past, the fading rose; For in your beauty's orient deep ...
Ask me no more where Jove bestows, When June is past, the fading rose; For in your beauty's orient deep ...
Can we not force from widow'd poetry, Now thou art dead (great Donne) one elegy To crown thy hearse? Why ...
Ask me no more where Jove bestows, When June is past, the fading rose; For in your beauty's orient deep ...
Why Damon, why, why, why so pressing? The Heart you beg's not worth possessing: Each Look, each Word, each Smile's ...
I cannot count the pebbles in the brook. Well hath He spoken: "Swear not by thy head. Thou knowest not ...
Old King Cole Was a merry old soul And a merry old soul was he He called for his pipe ...
It is something to have wept as we have wept, It is something to have done as we have done, ...
To the tune of "Red Lips" Lonely in my secluded chamber, A thousand sorrows fill every inch of my sensitive ...
LO here a little volume, but great Book A nest of new-born sweets; Whose native fires disdaining To ly thus ...
The more we live, more brief appear Our life's succeeding stages; A day to childhood seems a year, And years ...
All worldly shapes shall melt in gloom, The Sun himself must die, Before this mortal shall assume Its Immortality! I ...
"I will arise and go unto my father" MALKUTH Dark, dark all dark! I cower, I cringe. ...
I to the open road, You to the hunchbacked street - Which of us two Shall the earlier rue That ...
"Aug." 10, 1911. Full moon to-night; and six and twenty years Since my full moon first broke from angel spheres! ...
"I will arise and go unto my father" MALKUTH Dark, dark all dark! I cower, I cringe. ...
I to the open road, You to the hunchbacked street - Which of us two Shall the earlier rue That ...
"Aug." 10, 1911. Full moon to-night; and six and twenty years Since my full moon first broke from angel spheres! ...
Most explicit-- the sense of trap as a narrowing cone one's got stuck into and any movement forward simply wedges ...
Scene--A spacious drawing-room, with music-room adjoining. Katharine. What are the words ? Eliza. Ask our friend, the Improvisatore ; here ...
Notus in fratres animi paterni. Hor. Carm. lib.II.2. A bless?d lot hath he, who having passed His youth and early ...
I There was an ancient City, stricken down With a strange frenzy, and for many a day They paced from ...
Man Naturally loves delay, And to procrastinate; Business put off from day to day Is always done to late. Let ...
When all of a sudden the city air filled with snow, the distinguishable flakes blowing sideways, looked like krill fleeing ...
The meter I had sought to find, perplexed, was ripped from books of "verse" that read like prose. I found ...
In the same dream I am lying in the hollow of a boat, My forehead and eyes against the curved ...
Of the old house, only a few, crumbled Courses of brick, smothered in nettle and dock, Or a shaped stone ...
'The mist is resting on the hill; The smoke is hanging in the air; The very clouds are standing still: ...
1 They that in play can do the thing they would, Having an instinct throned in reason's place, --And every ...
SHE will not sleep, for fear of dreams, But, rising, quits her restless bed, And walks where some beclouded beams ...
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