On The Death Of Anne Bronte (Charlotte Bronte Poem)
There's little joy in life for me, And little terror in the grave; I've lived the parting hour to see ...
There's little joy in life for me, And little terror in the grave; I've lived the parting hour to see ...
AMONGST THE HIGHLY PLACED It is considered low to talk about food. The fact is: they have Already eaten. The ...
To the cities I came in a time of disorder That was ruled by hunger. I sheltered with the people ...
Now that I have your face by heart, I look Less at its features than its darkening frame Where quince ...
'Twas after dread Pultowa's day, When fortune left the royal Swede - Around a slaughtered army lay, No more to ...
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
BY QUEVEDO REDIVIVUS SUGGESTED BY THE COMPOSITION SO ENTITLED BY THE AUTHOR OF 'WAT TYLER' 'A Daniel come to judgment! ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
When Time, or soon or late, shall bring The dreamless sleep that lulls the dead, Oblivion! may thy languid wing ...
I. THE FLOWER'S NAME Here's the garden she walked across, Arm in my arm, such a short while since: Hark, ...
I What's become of Waring Since he gave us all the slip, Chose land-travel or seafaring, Boots and chest, or ...
As Parmigianino did it, the right hand Bigger than the head, thrust at the viewer And swerving easily away, as ...
And we shall not get excited. Because a translator May not get excited. Calmly, we shall pass on Words from ...
Glion?--Ah, twenty years, it cuts All meaning from a name! White houses prank where once were huts. Glion, but not ...
ITHERS seek they ken na what, Features, carriage, and a' that; Gie me love in her I court, Love to ...
I am like, They tell me, my dear father. Broader brows Howbeit, upon a slenderer undergrowth Of delicate ...
I. I stand on the mark beside the shore Of the first white pilgrim's bended knee, Where exile turned to ...
Yet, love, mere love, is beautiful indeed And worthy of acceptation. Fire is bright, Let temple burn, or flax; an ...
The wondrous moment of our meeting... I well remember you appear Before me like a vision fleeting, A beauty's angel ...
A magic moment I remember: I raised my eyes and you were there. A fleeting vision, the quintessence Of all ...
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