The Season (Ada Cambridge Poems)
And must I wear a silken life, Hemmed in by city walls? And must I give my garden up ...
And must I wear a silken life, Hemmed in by city walls? And must I give my garden up ...
"Oft I've implor'd the gods in vain, And pray'd till I've been weary; For once I'll seek my wish ...
HUSH , see you not my true love sleeps,Oh! cease that noisy bell:For see you not how much my loveDoth ...
NOT IN THE MANNER, BUT IN THE SPIRIT OF COLLINS. Deep in yon bed of whispering reedsThy airy harp shall ...
COMING down the mountain road Light of heart and all alone, I caught from every rill that flowed ...
At nine of the night I opened my doorThat stands midway between moor and moor,And all around me, silver-bright,I saw ...
See where she issues in her beauty's pomp, As Flora to salute the morning sun;Who when she shakes her tresses ...
1 A yellow band of light upon the street Pours from an open door, and makes a wide Pathway of ...
The men kept to themselves: they were waiting for the swiftness of the last cyclists. The women kept to themselves: ...
Full many a dreary hour have I past, My brain bewildered, and my mind o'ercast With heaviness; in seasons when ...
Hark, hearer, hear what I do; lend a thought now, make believe We are leafwhelmed somewhere with the hood Of ...
Now the golden Morn aloft Waves her dew-bespangled wing, With vermeil cheek and whisper soft She wooes the tardy Spring: ...
To the Shadow Letters and lines we see are soon defac'd, Metals do waste and fret with canker's rust, The ...
'O cast away your sorrow; -- A while, at least, be gay! If grief must come tomorrow, At least, be ...
ADVERTISEMENT "The grand army of the Turks, (in 1715), under the Prime Vizier, to open to themselves a way into ...
Under the table, no. That last was stunning, that flagon had breasts. Some men grow down cursed. Why drink so, ...
Blessings on thee, little man, Barefoot boy, with cheek of tan! With thy turned-up pantaloons, And thy merry whistled tunes; ...
Calm was the day, and through the trembling air Sweet-breathing Zephyrus did softly play A gentle spirit, that lightly did ...
A Pastorall Elegie vpon the death of the most Noble and valorous Knight, Sir Philip Sidney. Dedicated To the most ...
One face looks out from all his canvasses, One selfsame figure sits or walks or leans; We found her hidden ...
No more of talk where God or Angel guest With Man, as with his friend, familiar us'd, To sit indulgent, ...
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