Silence (Thomas Hood Poem)
There is a silence where hath been no sound, There is a silence where no sound may be, In the ...
There is a silence where hath been no sound, There is a silence where no sound may be, In the ...
I MARK the months in liveries dank and dry, The day-tides many-shaped and hued; I see the nightfall shades subtrude, ...
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Where wail the waters in their flaw A spectre wanders to and fro, And evermore that ghostly shore Bemoans the ...
'Tis years, soubrette, since last we met; And yet--ah, yet, how swift and tender My thoughts go back in time's ...
From the Spanish of Pedro Calderon de la Barca A dream it was in which I found myself. And you ...
Thy summer voice, Musketaquit, Repeats the music of the rain; But sweeter rivers pulsing flit Through thee, as thou through ...
Sweet Stay-at-Home, sweet Well-content, Thou knowest of no strange continent; Thou hast not felt thy bosom keep A gentle motion ...
The Robin's my Criterion for Tune -- Because I grow -- where Robins do -- But, were I Cuckoo born ...
On that specific Pillow Our projects flit away -- The Night's tremendous Morrow And whether sleep will stay Or usher ...
It is an honorable Thought And make One lift One's Hat As One met sudden Gentlefolk Upon a daily Street ...
Dominion lasts until obtained -- Possession just as long -- But these -- endowing as they flit Eternally belong. How ...
The sole true Something--This ! In Limbo Den It frightens Ghosts as Ghosts here frighten men-- For skimming in the ...
Come queen of months in company Wi all thy merry minstrelsy The restless cuckoo absent long And twittering swallows chimney ...
1 They that in play can do the thing they would, Having an instinct throned in reason's place, --And every ...
LIFE, believe, is not a dream So dark as sages say; Oft a little morning rain Foretells a pleasant day. ...
For moveless limbs no pity I crave, That never were swift! Still all I prize, Laughter and thought and friends, ...
When the white flame in us is gone, And we that lost the world's delight Stiffen in darkness, left alone ...
ADVERTISEMENT "The grand army of the Turks, (in 1715), under the Prime Vizier, to open to themselves a way into ...
'Twas after dread Pultowa's day, When fortune left the royal Swede - Around a slaughtered army lay, No more to ...
THUS the Mayne glideth Where my Love abideth; Sleep 's no softer: it proceeds On through lawns, on through meads, ...
I TRUTH is within ourselves; it takes no rise From outward things, whate'er you may believe. There is an inmost ...
Chorus.-Bonie lassie, will ye go, Will ye go, will ye go, Bonie lassie, will ye go To the birks of ...
A GUID New-year I wish thee, Maggie! Hae, there's a ripp to thy auld baggie: Tho' thou's howe-backit now, an' ...
WHAT dost thou in that mansion fair? Flit, Galloway, and find Some narrow, dirty, dungeon cave, The picture of thy ...
After the movie, when the lights come up, He takes her powdered hand behind the wings; She, all in yellow, ...
O lesson well and wisely taught Stay with me to the last, That all my life may better be For ...
In this lone, open glade I lie, Screen'd by deep boughs on either hand; And at its end, to stay ...
WHEN chapman billies leave the street, And drouthy neibors, neibors, meet; As market days are wearing late, And folk begin ...
A Tale "Of Brownyis and of Bogilis full is this Buke." -Gawin Douglas. When chapman billies leave the street, And ...
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