Blue Bell, The (Emily Bronte Poem)
The blue bell is the sweetest flower That waves in summer air; Its blossoms have the mightiest power To soothe ...
The blue bell is the sweetest flower That waves in summer air; Its blossoms have the mightiest power To soothe ...
The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown and ...
It is a sultry day; the sun has drank The dew that lay upon the morning grass, There is no ...
When she sleeps, her soul, I know, Goes a wanderer on the air, Wings where I may never go, Leaves ...
I have been so great a lover: filled my days So proudly with the splendour of Love's praise, The pain, ...
I am a shell. From me you shall not hear The splendid tramplings of insistent drums, The orbed gold of ...
-and not simply by the fact that this shading of forest cannot show the fragrance of balsam, the gloom of ...
YON wandering rill that marks the hill, And glances o'er the brae, Sir, Slides by a bower, where mony a ...
O DEATH! thou tyrant fell and bloody! The meikle devil wi' a woodie Haurl thee hame to his black smiddie, ...
He, in the room above, grown old and tired, She, in the room below-his floor her ceiling- Pursue their separate ...
Of what she said to me that night-no matter. The strange thing came next day. My brain was full of ...
Two lovers, here at the corner, by the steeple, Two lovers blow together like music blowing: And the crowd dissolves ...
I. Moonlight silvers the tops of trees, Moonlight whitens the lilac shadowed wall And through the evening fall, Clearly, as ...
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
Far from the Rappahannock, the silent Danube moves along toward the sea. The brown and green Nile rolls slowly Like ...
Just when I thought there wasn't room enough for another thought in my head, I had this great idea-- call ...
"What kind of a person are you," I heard them say to me. I'm a person with a complex plumbing ...
YE Irish lords, ye knights an' squires, Wha represent our brughs an' shires, An' doucely manage our affairs In parliament, ...
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