The Nightingale (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
No cloud, no relique of the sunken day Distinguishes the West, no long thin slip Of sullen light, no obscure ...
No cloud, no relique of the sunken day Distinguishes the West, no long thin slip Of sullen light, no obscure ...
Late, late yestreen I saw the new Moon, With the old Moon in her arms ; And I fear, I ...
PART I 'Tis the middle of night by the castle clock And the owls have awakened the crowing cock; Tu-whit!- ...
I There was an ancient City, stricken down With a strange frenzy, and for many a day They paced from ...
Bhaskar Roy Barman As does the Great River on to the sea and back to the matted hair of Lord ...
Poetry, I found you where at last they chained and bound you; with devices all around you to torture and ...
LEANDER. No more of Memphis and her mighty kings, Or Alexandria, where the Ptolomies. Taught golden commerce to unfurl her ...
This is a day of happiness, sweet peace, And heavenly sunshine; upon which conven'd In full assembly fair, once more ...
ALONG the banks where Babel's current flows Our captive bands in deep despondence stray'd, While Zion's fall in sad remembrance ...
O TIME! who know'st a lenient hand to lay Softest on sorrow's wound, and slowly thence, (Lulling to sad repose ...
O Time! who know'st a lenient hand to lay Softest on sorrow's wound, and slowly thence (Lulling to sad repose ...
O TIME! who know'st a lenient hand to lay Softest on sorrow's wound, and slowly thence (Lulling to sad repose ...
And then life; and once again A house where I was born. Around us The granary above what once had ...
Away, sad thoughts, and teasing Perplexities, away! Let other blood go freezing, We will be wise and gay. For here ...
The river stretched. It flows, idly grieves, And washes both banks. In steppe, above light clay of cliffs Rinks mourn ...
I. THE GARDEN. ABOVE the city hung the moon, Right o'er a plot of ground Where flowers and orchard-trees were ...
I. I dream of you walking at night along the streams of the country of my birth, warm blooms and ...
Like the water of a deep stream, love is always too much. We did not make it. Though we drink ...
The year begins with war. Our bombs fall day and night, Hour after hour, by death Abroad appeasing wrath, Folly, ...
The Grower of Trees, the gardener, the man born to farming, whose hands reach into the ground and sprout to ...
I shall go away To the brown hills, the quiet ones, The vast, the mountainous, the rolling, Sun-fired and drowsy! ...
Start not-nor deem my spirit fled: In me behold the only skull From which, unlike a living head, Whatever flows ...
O SWARMING city, city full of dreams, Where in a full day the spectre walks and speaks; Mighty colossus, in ...
I'M like some king in whose corrupted veins Flows ag?d blood; who rules a land of rains; Who, young in ...
THE THAMES flows proudly to the sea, Where royal cities stately stand; But sweeter flows the Nith to me, Where ...
WHILE virgin Spring by Eden's flood, Unfolds her tender mantle green, Or pranks the sod in frolic mood, Or tunes ...
WHEN Nature her great master-piece design'd, And fram'd her last, best work, the human mind, Her eye intent on all ...
FAREWELL, thou stream that winding flows Around Eliza's dwelling; O mem'ry! spare the cruel thoes Within my bosom swelling. Condemn'd ...
BEHIND yon hills where Lugar flows, 'Mang moors an' mosses many, O, The wintry sun the day has clos'd, And ...
Do you believe, in what you see do you believe in reality do you believe in the sun that's bright ...
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