Farewell to Summer (Anonymous British Poems)
Thou'rt bearing hence thy roses,Glad summer, fare thee well!Thou'rt singing thy last melodiesIn every wood and dell.But ere the golden ...
Thou'rt bearing hence thy roses,Glad summer, fare thee well!Thou'rt singing thy last melodiesIn every wood and dell.But ere the golden ...
I buy no more from merchants of bought dreams, For I have greater memories than these bring Back from their ...
THE years have gathered grayly Since I danced upon this leaze With one who kindled gayly Love's fitful ecstasies! But ...
(at a Cathedral Service) THAT from this bright believing band An outcast I should be, That faiths by which my ...
The Lord, while with the twelve teaching in us how to pray not with words grandiose our with a great ...
Fantasies are harder to give up on We paint them with our desires, Hopes, dreams Of a life, world we ...
The Ekka institution bares us all, though call it Exhibition, Royal Queensland Show, it's that time of year when you ...
Through my heart's palace Thoughts unnumbered throng; And there, most quiet and, as a child, most wise, High-throned you sit, ...
I Our life is twofold; Sleep hath its own world, A boundary between the things misnamed Death and existence: Sleep ...
There are too many waterfalls here; the crowded streams hurry too rapidly down to the sea, and the pressure of ...
A goddess, with a siren's grace,-- A sun-haired girl on a craggy place Above a bay where fish-boats lay Drifting ...
Then there's the man who comes in every Saturday to loiter in Romance. His face may be milk-white but in ...
I. Ancestral Houses Surely among a rich man's flowering lawns, Amid the rustle of his planted hills, Life overflows without ...
I fled Him down the nights and down the days I fled Him down the arches of the years I ...
This morning when we woke up the meat cages still locked us up* We took a bath so they'd look ...
"Am I, at bottom, that fervent little Spanish Catholic child who chastised herself for loving toys, who forbade herself the ...
Kind solace in a dying hour! Such, father, is not (now) my theme- I will not madly deem that power ...
Through thick Arcadian woods a hunter went, Following the beasts upon a fresh spring day; But since his horn-tipped bow ...
A Masque Presented At Ludlow Castle, 1634, Before The Earl Of Bridgewater, Then President Of Wales. The Persons The ATTENDANT ...
Inscribed to the Memory of John Keats. Dear uplands, Chester's favorable fields, My large unjealous Loves, many yet one -- ...
"So pulse, and pulse, thou rhythmic-hearted Noon That liest, large-limbed, curved along the hills, In languid palpitation, half a-swoon With ...
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