Grasmere – A Fragment (Dorothy Wordsworth Poems)
Peaceful our valley, fair and green, And beautiful her cottages, Each in its nook, its sheltered hold, Or underneath its ...
Peaceful our valley, fair and green, And beautiful her cottages, Each in its nook, its sheltered hold, Or underneath its ...
Whilst what I write I do not see, I dare thus, ev'n to you, write poetry.Ah, foolish Muse! ...
FIG-TREES, weird fig-treesMade of thick smooth silver,Made of sweet, untarnished silver in the sea-southern air--I say untarnished, but I mean ...
CHRISTMAS is over, and Christmas cheer;-- What shall we wish you, O reader dear? What do you want for your ...
Oh, the auld house, the auld house, What tho' the rooms were wee! Oh, kind hearts were dwelling there, And ...
"Heigh me! brazen of front, thou glutton for plunder, how can one,Servant here to thy mandates, ...
Horatio, of ideal courage vain,Was flourishing in air his father's cane,And, as the fumes of valour swelled his pate,Now thought ...
And what's a life? A weary pilgrimage,Whose glory in one day doth fill the stageWith childhood, manhood, and decrepit age.And ...
A blast of wind, a momentary breath,A wat'ry bubble symbolized with air,A sun-blown rose, but for a season fair,A ghostly ...
Tall and freckled and sandy, Face of a country lout; This was the picture of Andy, Middleton's Rouseabout. Type of ...
Imprimis he was "broke." Thereafter left His Regiment and, later, took to drink; Then, having lost the balance of his ...
When the sun goes down I have my first drink standing in the yard, talking to my neighbor about the ...
O thou, the wonder of all days! O paragon, and pearl of praise! O Virgin-martyr, ever blest Above the rest ...
Reach with your whiter hands to me Some crystal of the spring; And I about the cup shall see Fresh ...
All human things are subject to decay, And, when Fate summons, monarchs must obey: This Flecknoe found, who, like Augustus, ...
These are the Nights that Beetles love -- From Eminence remote Drives ponderous perpendicular His figure intimate The terror of ...
O thou who passest thro' our valleys in Thy strength, curb thy fierce steeds, allay the heat That flames from ...
Once more the storm is howling, and half hid Under this cradle-hood and coverlid My child sleeps on. There is ...
While about the shore of Mona those Neronian legionaries Burnt and broke the grove and altar of the Druid and ...
Within this sober Frame expect Work of no Forrain Architect; That unto Caves the Quarries drew, And Forrests did to ...
So spake the Son of God; and Satan stood A while as mute, confounded what to say, What to reply, ...
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