If I Forget Thee, O Jerusalem (Jean Ingelow Poems)
Out of the melancholy that is madeOf ebbing sorrow that too slowly ebbs,Comes back a sighing whisper of the reed,A ...
Out of the melancholy that is madeOf ebbing sorrow that too slowly ebbs,Comes back a sighing whisper of the reed,A ...
Is all discovery made?Is the hand of Conquest stayed?Are all the heroes dead, all epics told?Is Fame's grand tower no ...
Thank God that there are solid folkWho water flowers and roll the lawn,And sit an sew and talk and smoke,And ...
De way t'ings come, hit seems to me, Is des' one monst'ous mystery; De way hit seem to strike a man, Dey ain't ...
Four springtimes lost: and in the fifth we stand,here in this quiet hour of glory, still,while o'er the bridal landthe ...
High on a gorgeous seat, that far out-shoneHenley's gilt tub, or Flecknoe's Irish throne,Or that where on her Curlls the ...
In the Black Country, from a little window, Before I slept, across the haggard wastes Of dust and ...
But in her Temple's last recess inclos'd, On Dulness' lap th' Anointed head repos'd. Him close she curtains round with ...
THE LOVER'S JOURNEY.It is the Soul that sees: the outward eyesPresent the object, but the Mind descries;And thence delight, disgust, ...
Two shapes passed over the sobbing sea To land at Dunolly Bay; One passed at sunrise, one at noon Of ...
As the red Maclean went to and fro 'Twixt Duart and Cairnburg tower, One day he chanced to spy a ...
The poet cried, ' I am obsessed, * And out of joint I find the times ; Silent the Muse ...
Over the camp-firesDrank I with heroes,Under the Donau bank,Warm in the snow trench:Sagamen heard I there,Men of the Longbeards,Cunning and ...
Thank God that there are solid folkWho water flowers and roll the lawn,And sit and sew and talk and smoke,And ...
Trapped amid the woods with guileThey've led her bound in fetters vileTo death, a deadlier sorceressThan any born for earth's ...
Four springtimes lost: and in the fifth we stand, here in this quiet hour of glory, still, while o'er the ...
Now Death is near, and very near,In this wild whirl of horror and fear,When round the vessel of our StateRoll ...
I DREAMED, and saw a modern Hell, more dread Than Dante's pageant; not with gloom and glare, But all new ...
MONTANO, SILVIO, AND MIRTILLO, SHEPHERDS MON. Bad are the times. SIL. And worse than they are we. MON. Troth, bad ...
I built my soul a lordly pleasure-house, Wherein at ease for aye to dwell. I said, "O Soul, make merry ...
I -- In Church Thou whose birth on earth Angels sang to men, While thy stars made mirth, Saviour, at ...
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